<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088</id><updated>2011-10-03T13:17:52.694-04:00</updated><category term='wounded warriors'/><category term='Taylor Batten'/><category term='Marines'/><category term='National Naval Medical Center'/><category term='Veterans Appreciation'/><category term='Daughters of the American Revolution'/><title type='text'>Proud Young American</title><subtitle type='html'>Inspiration, Pain, Love, Struggles, Hope, Desperation, Admiration, Fear, Motivation.

This is what life is and what we face each day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-933733991776174814</id><published>2011-02-25T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T09:56:19.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW moments</title><content type='html'>There are certain times in life when something happens and you sit back and wonder, WHAT JUST HAPPENED? We just had one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this week, I got a phone call from a retired Master &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gunz&lt;/span&gt; stating he needed urgent help for a young wounded warrior in our state. I won't go into deep detail on what has happened to this young man but he was in a dire situation. He was wounded in 2008, medically retired out in 2010. A series of very unfortunate things have happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gunz&lt;/span&gt; called us because he lives out of state and he knows of what Taylor does and come to find out, we only live about an hour away from this Marine. So, I made a phone call to this Marine and we talked. At first, he was very humble and not forth coming with information, when I told him what I knew, he kind of cracked just enough to let me know how bad things were. I was on the phone all night long networking with people and help starting pouring in that night for him. I talked with the Marine again the next day and while we were talking, he told me that my name kept coming into his head. Now this young man suffers from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TBI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PTSD&lt;/span&gt; and I was thinking to myself that his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TBI&lt;/span&gt; was the reason why he was having a hard time and he had just gotten overwhelmed very quickly with help coming in and I had talked to him several times. and that is why my name kept coming into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said to me something that made my jaw literally drop. He asked me if I had a daughter named Taylor and I told him yes, we had talked about her the night before. He said he remembered that, but that he also remembered something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Taylor was invited out to CA for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; reunion in San Fransisco (I have YET to blog about that!) But while there, it was set up for her to visit the wounded at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Palo&lt;/span&gt; Alto Poly Trauma unit. This young Marine told me he remembered my name and Taylor because HE WAS ONE OF THE WOUNDED WE VISITED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely shocked. How can Taylor have gone to visit wounded warriors all the way out in CA and almost exactly a year later, in her own state, a plea came to her to help out a fellow Marine and it turns out to be one that she met and visited in CA??? We feel this has happened for a reason and it is so much of a WOW moment, that we have now adopted this young man into our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will give him all the support we can, we will help him in all the ways that we can, we will not ever let him be alone nor feel abandoned again, he will never go hungry, he will know someone does care. Why? Because he IS a Marine, Taylor is a Marine and they never give up on one another and they never leave one behind. They were brought back together and I have a feeling, this is just the start of many good things to come this young man's way.......Taylor has many plans for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note*  When Taylor did her big blanket drive and sent everything to Afghanistan, a Major from one of those units is now living in our state and we have been able to talk and he and Taylor are finally going to meet!  She sends stuff to Afghanistan and gets to meet someone from that?  Sure are some feel good moments going on with Taylor right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-933733991776174814?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/933733991776174814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=933733991776174814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/933733991776174814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/933733991776174814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2011/02/wow-moments.html' title='WOW moments'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-506846062423243780</id><published>2011-02-09T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:48:39.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates???</title><content type='html'>Well, I shamefully looked at my last update and it was in Sept.  I said then I would add pictures and update on everything and it didn't happen.  I have gotten several emails asking what Taylor has been up to and or if she has stopped her support because there has been no updates to see.  The answer is........GET REAL!!!!!  If anyone has to ask if Taylor has 'stopped' well you just don't even know my little Gunny do you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health took a not so nice turn and I have just been busy with work and on the brink of exhaustion and my brain just doesn't have the get up and go it had a while back, but I am working on getting back to normal.  While it may have stopped me from posting updates, rest assured, Taylor STILL IS FIGHTING FOR HER MARINES, the wounded, ALL military and veterans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just turned 17, how can that be?  She wasn't even supposed to make it and here she is, 17 years later, taking care of what needs to be taken care of and doing it with complete conviction in what she is doing.  Each day with her is a gift, we know this.  Some days are much better then others, but she is here and that is what we focus in on.  She is here with us, trying to make the world a better understanding world for our military.  Trying to make the world understand our heroes, past and present.  Trying to make the world see that they must stand behind our troops and do the right thing and SUPPORT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I have neglected this blog and I have neglected to write down the many wonderful things she has experienced in the last year and the heroes that have crossed her path, whether it be her seeking them out or them seeking her out.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WILL TRY TO DO BETTER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-506846062423243780?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/506846062423243780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=506846062423243780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/506846062423243780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/506846062423243780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2011/02/updates.html' title='Updates???'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8120580934169920565</id><published>2010-09-18T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:55:55.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I must apologize, I have been VERY lax in my updates on Taylor, the things she has done and the wonderful people that have come into her life.  I have a million excuses, but are any of them worthy of not keeping this updated?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since my last update, and I WILL get to those SOON.  A teaser.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor was invited by a wonderful friend to an IWO JIMA veterans reunion in San Fransico and it was more then amazing!  She has befriended several more wounded warriors, done an escort of the Ride With the 40 and just recently, got to meet a first responder from 9-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just started and she is now in the 11th grade which in incredibly hard for me to comprehend.  She is still this small little thing and when I look at her physically, I still see a young girl.  However, in age and spirit, she is anything but a young girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has meet so many veterans and ones that she is so proud to call a friend now.  I always love when she gets to meet an older veteran, she starts to talk to them and very soon after the conversation starts, they have a smile that comes across their face that is hard to describe.  It isn't the smile of 'nice to meet you' but a smile from deep within their souls.  It is something that is hard to describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have suffered the loss of a dear friend of ours and Taylor took it very hard.  However, she was SO proud of the send off we gave to our dear dear 'Dirtbike', while he never served, he over came some huge hurdles and was the truest of patriots you could ever meet.  He and her shared the deep love and compassion for our troops and veterans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new scanner and will be able to post pictures, I just have to find the time to get it set up, the pictures down loaded and then I will start posting again.  I will do it SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for being a part of Taylor's life, and for being patient with me on my lack of updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8120580934169920565?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8120580934169920565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8120580934169920565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8120580934169920565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8120580934169920565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2010/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1531393505186012095</id><published>2009-12-30T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:31:27.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankets sent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwM0JmIaNI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qrbPzSWMiog/s1600-h/blankets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421222141515819218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwM0JmIaNI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qrbPzSWMiog/s400/blankets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;As most of you know, Taylor held a blanket drive for the troops. People were so generous in helping her, giving blankets and or money to help ship, as well as Bob Cook who gave up a few hours of his time to give Taylor boxes to ship these in and then helped pack them up, all 21 boxes and then help load them up to take to the post office and haul them there and then help me unload them all. Boy, that was a bit of work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I am proud to say that Taylor shipped out over 170 blankets, 21 boxes total. We have more here that came in after the first shipping went out and they will be going out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We sent these out a week before Christmas and I was completely shocked when we got an email from a MSgt. stating they got some boxes from Taylor and were a bit puzzled by who GySgt Taylor Batten was and then by the amount of boxes they got!!! They read a note from Taylor, saw a picture of her and a letter that I wrote to them about Taylor. I wanted whoever that got these blankets to know about her and why she was sending them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor picked out a Marine unit and then the 82nd Airborne to send the blankets to. I was very proud of her for that, she could have very easily just sent all the blankets to her Marines, but she loves Army to and they are over there as well, so it was HER choice to send half to each unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Now we were shocked that the blankets got there so fast, but also in what this MSgt. said. It just goes to show how small of a world it really is. The MSgt. was so touched by what Taylor did and the letter, he showed it to his command and to his XO. Guess what? That XO happens to be none other then Taylor's beloved Major B!!!! Taylor just shrieked when she read that! What are the chances that out of all the deployed Marines, she sends off to a unit and someone in there happens to know her personally?! We have laughed several times over this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For those that don't know of the story of Major B, scroll down and you will find their story in her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;What has become of this has been pretty emotional for us. Taylor's letter and story has been passed around this Marine unit and she has gotten several emails from those guys. Then, the story was posted on their official website and now she is getting emails from family members. I have cried several times tonight already. I am with Taylor and I know she is amazing and I know what she does is amazing, but when you see it all the time, I guess I have become 'used' to it. It is just Taylor's normal, if that makes any sense. But then to get emails from guys that are in a war zone, thanking HER for being there for them, well, it snaps me right back into reality. When I read an email from a mom whose son is on his first deployment and had been involved in an IED attack with one of his friends being hurt, it snapped me back to reality. The reality of just how special my child is and just how amazing she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She continues her fight for herself each day, yet never looks for herself, but beyond. She looks out for what she can do make sure her troops feel they are loved and taken care of. That they know they are doing something worthwhile, that they matter. Now the in turn are doing the very same for Taylor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I am not sure if I am able to post the website information of the unit she sent to and what they have on their webpage. I will ask if I can post it and if I can, I will do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I want to thank everyone that has helped Taylor make this blanket drive the success it was, even if only 1 blanket had been collected, it would have been a success to her because that is 1 person that would have been touched. But as it is, it is hundreds of people that have been touched. Not just by those that got blankets and kept them, but by those that got blankets and then handed them over to someone else who needed it more then they did, or an Afghani child. It has touched parents of those whose child is that Marine over there. It has come back and touched us as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Thank you everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1531393505186012095?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1531393505186012095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1531393505186012095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1531393505186012095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1531393505186012095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/12/blankets-sent.html' title='Blankets sent'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwM0JmIaNI/AAAAAAAAAr0/qrbPzSWMiog/s72-c/blankets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2213050863400056578</id><published>2009-12-30T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:09:36.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marine Corps Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwHpaA2E8I/AAAAAAAAArs/x_je53Mu03Q/s1600-h/ball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421216459386131394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwHpaA2E8I/AAAAAAAAArs/x_je53Mu03Q/s400/ball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwHpaei0FI/AAAAAAAAArk/OWwhL80PQyc/s1600-h/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421216459510698066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwHpaei0FI/AAAAAAAAArk/OWwhL80PQyc/s400/ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Taylor finally got to go to her first Marine Corps Ball! She was so excited and it was such a nice evening for her. I have to tell you though, it took some encouraging to get her to go in a DRESS! She looked beautiful and she had fun being around all the Marines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The ceremony included one of her good friends, Adolf Kalafut, Iwo Jima veteran. He was the guest of honor and he is a wonderful man to know. He is also a wounded warrior, and that brings him even closer to Taylor's heart. He loves her so and many times when talking to her, he gets tears in his eyes and he just keeps on hugging her. It is such an honor for her to know him and to be able to call him a friend and a Marine brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;As the evening wore on and the dancing started, boy did we get some laughs!!! Marines sure do look great in their blues, but they also sure do look GOOFY in those blues when they have 'indulged' and then get out on the dance floor!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I got Taylor's picture taken and it was one of those moments that after it happened and you walk away, you smack yourself in the head and go DOH! Here she was standing around all these fine looking Marines, and I didn't for a minute think to have them all come up with her to have their picture taken with her. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! Well, there is always next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She had a wonderful time celebrating the Marine Corps birthday in fine fashion and with those that she loves the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2213050863400056578?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2213050863400056578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2213050863400056578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2213050863400056578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2213050863400056578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/12/marine-corps-ball.html' title='Marine Corps Ball'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SzwHpaA2E8I/AAAAAAAAArs/x_je53Mu03Q/s72-c/ball2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2708893327429530287</id><published>2009-11-21T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:31:40.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining to Donate Update</title><content type='html'>The Sturgis Applebee's has agreed to come on board and help as well.  The coupon, even though it says Three Rivers, CAN BE USED at the Sturgis one.  The date is only for Nov. 24, please come out and help Taylor with this great cause!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2708893327429530287?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2708893327429530287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2708893327429530287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2708893327429530287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2708893327429530287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/11/dining-to-donate-update.html' title='Dining to Donate Update'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-7521555799715551938</id><published>2009-11-07T23:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:50:45.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining to Donate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SvZODCimp6I/AAAAAAAAArc/atZNgRB5Y9A/s1600-h/D2D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401590617206073250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SvZODCimp6I/AAAAAAAAArc/atZNgRB5Y9A/s400/D2D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We were very fortunate in getting Applebee's to help out on Taylor's blanket drive. On November 24, anyone coming into the Three Rivers Applebee's and having the posted coupon, 20% of those proceeds will go to Taylor for shipping the blankets to Afghanistan and clothing to the wounded in Germany to fly back home in. Applebee's is being very generous in allowing the 20% of all proceeds with coupons and in the time, they are doing it from open until close and we are so thankful to them for this help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We would love to see you on November 24! Copy off the coupon, or email us and we will get one sent to you and PLEASE send it on to others you think would be willing to help as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-7521555799715551938?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/7521555799715551938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=7521555799715551938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7521555799715551938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7521555799715551938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/11/dining-to-donate.html' title='Dining to Donate'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SvZODCimp6I/AAAAAAAAArc/atZNgRB5Y9A/s72-c/D2D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4025073615468403505</id><published>2009-11-07T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:45:33.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLANKET DRIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SvZM15jLv-I/AAAAAAAAArU/zzjCJ9y4bXQ/s1600-h/blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401589291942658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SvZM15jLv-I/AAAAAAAAArU/zzjCJ9y4bXQ/s400/blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor is holding a blanket drive once again for the troops in Afghanistan. She will be collecting blankets until Nov. 30. Drop off points are the Mendon Post Office and the Napa Automotive Store in Mendon. Posted is a flyer for the drive should you have any questions. Please, pass this on to anyone you think might want to help her, either by donating a blanket or by donating money for shipping. Anyone that sends out care packages knows just how outrageous postage is for boxes. She also has several boxes of clothing to send to Germany for the wounded, so any help she can get, we would greatly appreciate! THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4025073615468403505?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4025073615468403505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4025073615468403505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4025073615468403505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4025073615468403505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/11/blanket-drive.html' title='BLANKET DRIVE'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SvZM15jLv-I/AAAAAAAAArU/zzjCJ9y4bXQ/s72-c/blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3829822284784072960</id><published>2009-11-07T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:40:19.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There are just some days that I still get amazed by Taylor.  I live with her and am with her almost every minute other then when she is at school.  I know what she has done, I know what she does, I know what she has had to endure, yet, every once in awhile I am taken aback by her.  She did it to me just recently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was called and asked to speak at a Phi Theta Kappa honors conference.  Taylor thought about what she wanted to say, then asked if she could just write it down and read off of it.  I told her of course she could, after all, we see many adults do it that way.  So, that is just what she did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sat in the room listening to her talk.  Her body looking so tiny, her voice started out pretty soft.  But as she went on, she seemed to get taller and her voice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; commanded attention.  This is what she had to say:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Taylor Batten.  Many call me Gunny, that is because I am an honorary Gunnery Sergeant for the United States Marine Corps.  Not bad for a 15 year old girl how has a major medical problem!  I am 15 and I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mendon&lt;/span&gt; High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would like to thank you for having me here.  It means a lot to me that someone is wanting to hear my story and hopefully, I will be able to encourage some of you to help out with our troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am going to be speaking next weekend here again, so today if it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I will just tell a shortened version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading off of this paper because sometimes it is hard for me to speak without reading.  I have Turner Syndrome.  Turner Syndrome is an extremely rare medical condition, it only effects girls and only less then 1% even survive birth.  I was one of the lucky ones, but I didn't always feel that way.  Turner Syndrome is a chromosomal disorder, I am missing a chromosome.  Because of that, I am missing miles and miles of genetic make up.  It has caused all sorts of medical problems for me.  Sometimes, my brain doesn't process information like everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; does, it just fires differently.  My body produces growth hormone, but it resists it, that is why I am on the shorter side.  I also don't produce estrogen and because of that, I have low bone density already.  I have several other things going on as well, but the biggest thing is my heart.  I have already had heart surgery at the age of 6 months old.  Right now, I have several leaking valves, one valve that has only 2 flaps instead of 3 and my aorta is really enlarged and it is dangerous for me to play any sports.  So, I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't play sports, I try to do other things with my time.  When the war started, I wanted to do something.  I was pretty young then, but I just knew I had to do something.  I have always loved my country and I am very proud to be an American.  It just seemed like the right thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom didn't know what to do though to help me.  She kept asking people what we could do and finally, one day someone sent to us a link to go to a website called &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;www.anysoldier.com&lt;/a&gt;  My mom and I went to that website and there they had all these service members who were deployed to Iraq and they were asking for all sorts of things.  It was sad to see what they were asking for because we thought just like everyone else, we thought that the government took care of everything they needed.  But that isn't true.  They were asking for simple things, things we take for granted every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They needed food, can you believe that?  Now imagine being put into a hot desert.  The temps are 110.  It is really to hot to eat, but you know you have to.  Now imagine, in order to get that food, you have to put on all your battle gear which can weigh a lot and then you have to walk to your chow hall.  If you are in a small base, the walk might not be that far.  If you are on a larger base, the walk could be over a mile away.  So, many of these guys weren't going to the chow hall to get what they needed.  Small snacks for in their tents, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked for soap, deodorant, toothpaste, pillows, sheets, magazines and newspapers.  They don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; everywhere to watch or radios to just turn on like we do here.  There were even a few medics asking for Band-Aids, Tylenol, antibacterial ointments.  Yes, they do have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PX's&lt;/span&gt; there, that is like a store.  But many times, they aren't stocked on a regular basis and if they are, you had to be right there as soon as it was because everything was in such high demand.  They many times though were stocked with really odd things, like vacuum cleaner bags, no vacuums though.  What are they going to vacuum up there anyways, the desert floor?  Or maybe 3 types of denture cream, no toothpaste though.  One even had a baby car carrier in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing they mostly asked for was support from home.  They didn't want to be forgotten.  They needed to know that we care.  So, that is what I did.  I sent letters and care packages.  I did what I could do and somehow, the Marines heard about me.  Because of my medical condition, I can't be in the military.  They decided that I was doing a good job for the deployed and our country, so they made me a Marine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I was pretty sick all the time.  Many times, it was hard for me to even get out of bed.  I had a lot of doctor visits and a lot of not good things happen to me and I was always scared to go to any type of doctor.  I used to fight it.  But, when I became a Marine, something changed.  I felt so much stronger inside.  I decided that if our guys were doing what they were doing, I could do what I needed to do and I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still sick and I still get tired a lot, but not how I used to.  Because of all the medical stuff I had been through and some of it was really bad, I kind of felt like I knew what our wounded were going through when they were at the hospital.  I had to go to Washington DC to the National Institute of Health for medical testing.  Right across the road is the National Naval Medical Center.  That is where all of our wounded Marines go to when they are wounded.  It was set up for me to go visit with them, that was when I was 12.  It was an incredible day.  I got to visit with some really badly injured guys.  What I saw that day made me even stronger.  They were hurt really bad, but they were fighting to get better and some of them were even fighting just to stay alive.  Many of them were able to talk to me.  It was strange for them I am sure.  They were hard core warriors and here I was a 12 year old kid, but I understood them and they felt it.  The Lt. Col. in charge there told my mom he had never seen anything like it before, how the guys were with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that visit, I got invited to go to the Marine Corps base Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lejeune&lt;/span&gt; in North Carolina.  I got to spend a whole week there, visiting and being with the Marines.  The main part of the visit though was to spend time at the Wounded Warrior Barracks.  It is for guys that were injured and they were well enough to get out of the hospital, but not well enough to do anything else.  They are able to be at the Wounded Warrior Barracks with other wounded and that is so important.  They don't feel alone and they still have that deep camaraderie that the military have.  I got to talk with so many of the wounded and I got to be a part of their lives.  I am still friends with many of them now.  I also got my promotion to Gunnery Sergeant there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise money to help the wounded and I do many other things for them.  Again, many people think our government takes care of these guys and again, it isn't quiet true.  Some of them come home and then there is all this governmental red tape they have to go through.  Some of them don't get any type of money or assistance at all for several months to up to a year or longer.  Many of them have lost their homes because of it.  Almost all of them have emotional issues.  Their injuries are often life altering.  Some, the injuries aren't on the outside, but on the inside.  They, just like our deployed, need to know they are not forgotten and that someone cares.  I know how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am now stronger on the inside and outside because of them.  I won't give up on them and they won't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become friends with so many veterans.  In fact, I held a card drive and I got cards sent from all over the United States to give to veterans in nursing homes.  I have gone to a couple of nursing homes in our area and gave cards and then I just got to visit the Grand Rapids Veterans Home.  I took several hundred cards there and I was able to give them all out.  Many of the veterans are old and have no family to visit them.  Some of them, when they opened their cards, cried.  They cried because someone said THANK YOU to them.  They have no one to visit, no one to talk to other then the other vets there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can know what these deployed, wounded and veterans have gone through.  We can only imagine.  Think of how it would be for you to be taken away from your family and friends and then shipped off to a foreign land.  Think of how you would feel being in 110 plus degree heat day in and day out, having to wear up to 70 lbs of battle gear, not being able to take a shower for days and sometimes, weeks.  Wearing the same clothes over and over again.  Think of how it would be, knowing there are bad people out there and their sole purpose was to kill you.  Every piece of trash along side the road might be a bomb, every person walking towards you might kill you or harm you.  Going from town to town, knowing people didn't want you there and in fact, hated you.  Knowing bad things happened to those that did step up and help you.  You can't go home, you can't sleep when you want to, you can't eat when and what you want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of how you would feel if you got shot, lost an arm, leg, an eye.  Or, you lost one of your best friends because they didn't make it from their wounds.  Even if you didn't get hurt, inside you are holding onto things because some of it goes against complete human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what our guys face every day they are deployed.  That is what our veterans hold onto when they come home.  Doesn't matter if they have been home for a day or for 50 years, it never leaves them.  One war, they are all hailed heroes and welcomed home.  The next war, they are all treated horribly and spit at as they came home.  Now, another war rages on and many people want to act like it isn't even happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through all this, our troops are proud.  They are proud of their country, they are proud of the good they did and are doing.  There are many good things that have come out of past wars and the ongoing one now.  They do what they do because their country has asked them to do so.  Many people do not agree with the war at all, but to me, it doesn't matter if you agree on the war and the reasons of it, what matters is that we have our fellow Americans fighting a fight and they need us.  Sometimes, it is just a simple small thing like a letter asking how they are doing that boosts their morale enough to help them get through that day and to stay alive, or to give them that extra strength to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of their strength and courage that I have the determination to fight my own battle with my health.  It is because of their strength and courage that I fight hard for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send care packages, letters and emails, I visit the wounded.  I hold blanket drives for the troops in Afghanistan because it gets really cold at night, I am doing a clothing drive for the wounded.  If they get wounded in the field, they go to a hospital and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cammies&lt;/span&gt; get cut off them and then they are flown home in a hospital gown, not comfortable!  I raise money for the wounded and for our veterans.   I try to get the word out as much as I can.  Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do it alone though, there are times that people will help me and they donate things.  I find it never hurts to ask.  One time, I asked my mom's dentist for some toothpaste to send and I got a whole case!  I went to a company and told them I was raising money for the wounded and they gave me a check for $1,000.  I asked for cards for veterans and I got over 2,000 sent to me to give out.  I asked for blankets one time and I got over 100.  Sometimes, people will give money to buy what I need or to help with shipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to meet so many of our country's heroes and I am so lucky to be able to call them my friends.  I am lucky that I have been able to help out so many of those that are fighting and to let those that have fought to know that many people do care.  My mom says though that I am the luckiest because of the strength I have given to others, they give me strength back and because of that, I am stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of our veterans and what they had to endure to make sure that we all get the freedoms we have today.  I just try to do my part to make our country better because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me speak to you today.  Never feel like you can't do something or you can't help out in someway, I am proof of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3829822284784072960?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3829822284784072960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3829822284784072960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3829822284784072960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3829822284784072960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/11/speaking-from-heart.html' title='Speaking from the heart'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5523450353776270776</id><published>2009-11-02T23:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:24:02.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the veterans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9ZQ9N9xI/AAAAAAAAAq0/lwdVmn1h27Y/s1600-h/vet+home+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399742719986628370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9ZQ9N9xI/AAAAAAAAAq0/lwdVmn1h27Y/s400/vet+home+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9aBD_EiI/AAAAAAAAArM/dZMOQJ0_D60/s1600-h/vet+home+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399742732899914274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9aBD_EiI/AAAAAAAAArM/dZMOQJ0_D60/s400/vet+home+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9Z1uL6oI/AAAAAAAAArE/N5Dje6rilH8/s1600-h/vet+home+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399742729855691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9Z1uL6oI/AAAAAAAAArE/N5Dje6rilH8/s400/vet+home+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9ZtOUmjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5HhRIMkEvdI/s1600-h/vet+home+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399742727574559282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9ZtOUmjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/5HhRIMkEvdI/s400/vet+home+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There are just certain days, times that will always stick with you forever, they are imprinted in your soul. We just had such a day not so long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Our Patriot Guard Riders had a date set up to go visit the Grand Rapids Veterans Home. They had several thousand dollars of stuff they were donating. Taylor decided she was going to spend some of her care package shipping money and went out and bought up many goodies for the vets as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was also a perfect time to hand out some of the cards she had gotten from doing her card drive for the veterans. It was an emotional place to be, being the first time visiting there. We have been to nursing homes already, but this one was just for veterans. We went into a large room that had probably over 100 vets in there and it really takes your breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Taylor went right in and immediately started working the room, going from vet to vet talking to them. It was so neat to watch. No matter how many times I see it for myself, I will NEVER grow tired of watching my daughter give pure love to these great veterans. The smile on her face, knowing that it is coming from within, and knowing she is so happy and she is in her element. It is just like watching a miracle happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Taylor had several hundred cards and each one got handed out. Because of the card drive, many of the cards were addressed to her, as many of these cards came from all over the United States. Many of the veterans handed back the cards, telling her they weren't for them. She explained to each one that yes, the card was for them and what she had done. Many of them cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There was one veteran in particular that was so touched. He handed the card back, she gave it back to him and told him it was for him. He pointed out the name and she told him that was her name and that she did the card drive for veterans just like him, she told him she did the card drive so that they would know that there are people from all over that are still grateful for them and she also wanted them to know that no matter what, they were not forgotten. He just looked at her for a minute and then he didn't just cry, he sobbed. He laid the card down in his lap and covered his face and just cried. She laid her hand on his shoulder and let him cry. He looked up at her, put his hand on her chest and said "Bless you" At that point in time, I had to turn around and walk out of the room because I myself got so emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was so neat to see, to see that a simple card of saying THANK YOU touched them all so deeply. To see Taylor once again, feel so at peace and so comfortable, to be able to give her love out and to know she was gaining so much from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you would like to help Taylor continue this by sending cards for the veterans, she would appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Many people sent cards addressed with the word VETERAN on it in care of Taylor Batten PO Box 350 Mendon MI 49072&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On a side funny note, we have laughed about this ever since it happened......as we were standing out in the parking lot, a veteran wheeled up in his wheelchair.  You could tell right away, he was a bit on the grumpy side.  He asked us what we were doing there and we told him we had brought stuff.  He just looked at us and simply said 'well I hope you brought something good' and off he rolled!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5523450353776270776?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5523450353776270776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5523450353776270776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5523450353776270776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5523450353776270776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/11/visiting-veterans.html' title='Visiting the veterans'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-9ZQ9N9xI/AAAAAAAAAq0/lwdVmn1h27Y/s72-c/vet+home+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5884329032114901713</id><published>2009-11-02T23:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:08:41.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan State Police K9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-30eTeZRI/AAAAAAAAAqk/XzwejtBiLvA/s1600-h/K94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399736590356342034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-30eTeZRI/AAAAAAAAAqk/XzwejtBiLvA/s400/K94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-30PYPAlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/1_jo8ZKMx6M/s1600-h/K92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399736586349773394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-30PYPAlI/AAAAAAAAAqc/1_jo8ZKMx6M/s400/K92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-30rTX_vI/AAAAAAAAAqs/oPSkyIfWzeo/s1600-h/K95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399736593845583602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-30rTX_vI/AAAAAAAAAqs/oPSkyIfWzeo/s400/K95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-3zytc-MI/AAAAAAAAAqU/y-xoEIvBU1I/s1600-h/K9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399736578654140610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-3zytc-MI/AAAAAAAAAqU/y-xoEIvBU1I/s400/K9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor has a very deep interest in police work, especially the K9 unit. Seems completely natural given all her military stuff. I have posted about her doing work with the St. Joseph County Sheriff and now, she gets to add being with the Michigan State Police!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is a trooper that goes to her Marine Corps League meetings and we got to talking about how much she loves the K9, he told me to hang tight and he was going to see if he could do something. Awhile later I got the call that he had set things up, had to go all the way up the brass, but it was ok'd for her to spend a day with some handlers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Her main guy, Trooper Marhall and his dog Remy were a dream come true for her! Trooper Marshall was like a long lost friend to her and he was more the wonderful. There were 4 troopers all together, Trooper Service and Dodger, Trooper Maki and Mannie, and Trooper Booms and Lex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now I have to tell you, almost instantly Taylor and I felt like complete total idiots once we saw the dogs. No one will ever understand just how intelligent these magnificent animals are or how incredibly loyal they are to not only their job, but their handlers unless you see it up close and first hand. No words even come to mind to do it justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The troopers took their time to explain every single detail to her and allowed her to help out on a few training exercises. We spent all day long with them and there was not a moment that passed that we weren't in complete and total awe. These guys love their job and they put all they can into it and it shows. In turn, their dogs give that and even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She got to help in tracking, drug search, explosives and doing a search for specific items. She got to ride in a MSP Tahoe and if you don't think that made her feel 6 ft tall, you don't know Taylor very well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Through out the whole day though, I was sat back a few times and just smiled in my heart. Just like all the military guys, these guys took her in and treated her like one of their own. If they skimped on details or what they were doing, they sure didn't make it obvious. They made her feel like one of them, she was there with them and they made sure that she knew what was going on, how and why.  They didn't treat her like a sick kid or that anything was wrong with her, they treated her with respect and made her feel like she was important.  How do I say thank you for that?  How do I make them realize just how special they are for what they did for my child?  I think by their actions though, they already know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor just had a big heart appointment and it was scary for her. I sent out a small plea for help in keeping her moral up and the email she got from Trooper Marshall, well, it made all the difference in the world to her. My hope is, this is a start of a new friendship for her and a new door for her has opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5884329032114901713?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5884329032114901713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5884329032114901713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5884329032114901713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5884329032114901713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/11/michigan-state-police-k9.html' title='Michigan State Police K9'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-30eTeZRI/AAAAAAAAAqk/XzwejtBiLvA/s72-c/K94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-873728035559751811</id><published>2009-11-02T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:36:24.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lt. Col. Tim Maxwell's retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjSs1wfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QEbQ7TG5Pnw/s1600-h/retire+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399730797625590258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjSs1wfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QEbQ7TG5Pnw/s400/retire+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjzrqf3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/TnJxXrrBXQo/s1600-h/retire+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399730806479028082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjzrqf3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/TnJxXrrBXQo/s400/retire+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjaKtxsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MnMCKiCJ7o0/s1600-h/OCS+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399730799629944514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjaKtxsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MnMCKiCJ7o0/s400/OCS+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjIwMDnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ODb96eW1HhQ/s1600-h/Lt+Col+Maxwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399730794955279986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjIwMDnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ODb96eW1HhQ/s400/Lt+Col+Maxwell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yixZQq0I/AAAAAAAAAps/pOZqusdYrNQ/s1600-h/Gen+Amos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399730788685097794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yixZQq0I/AAAAAAAAAps/pOZqusdYrNQ/s400/Gen+Amos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Once again, Lt. Col. Tim Maxwell's family opened up their arms and hearts to Taylor and had her come down as a special guest for Lt. Col. Maxwell's retirement and to witness Tim and Shannon renew their wedding vows as they start a new chapter in their lives as Tim retired out of the Marines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Many of you know of Taylor's story in meeting Tim while at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda and then him having her come down to Camp Lejeune for a week. If you don't know the story, scroll on down and read up.......wonderful story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;As usual, Taylor and I were made to feel like one of the family and being at the Maxwell house, many guests came in that Taylor got to reconnect with from her Camp Lejeune visit. She was on cloud nine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She got to spend an afternoon at Officer Candidate School checking it out. Um, kinda funny to watch all these young officers walking around and seeing Taylor in her utilities. She got several nods and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;'hey Gunny'. She definitely stood out, but that only made her stand straighter and walk prouder!  It was HOT and humid, but our Sgt. was wonderful in taking the time with her and making sure she was comfortable and explaining everything to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We got to visit the museum a couple of times and that is where Tim's ceremony actually was as well. At first, I have to say, Taylor was sad that he was retiring out. I think in her heart, she had remembered one conversation he had with her and he told her he would stay in as long as he could and the day he didn't look good in his uniform would be the day he retired out. So, when she got word he was retiring, I know she was thinking WHAT HAPPENED?! But, as you can see in the picture, he still looks mighty fine in his uniform!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tim will always push for the wounded and he will always give his all to make sure the right thing is being done for his warriors and Taylor knows this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor got to meet Gen. Amos, the assistant commandant to the Marine Corps. He listened to her story and he gave her such a big hug. He looked around first, then winked and said that it wasn't very often he openly gave hugs out, especially to Gunny's! He thanked her for taking care of his Marines and she told him 'No sir, they are MY Marines!' He gave her another hug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Another wonderful experience she will cherish forever because of the special friendship she forged with another wounded warrior, one that she looks up to and one that she strives so hard to follow in his footsteps in making sure she does the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-873728035559751811?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/873728035559751811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=873728035559751811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/873728035559751811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/873728035559751811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/11/lt-col-tim-maxwells-retirement.html' title='Lt. Col. Tim Maxwell&apos;s retirement'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Su-yjSs1wfI/AAAAAAAAAqE/QEbQ7TG5Pnw/s72-c/retire+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1017511236116726287</id><published>2009-10-07T23:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:10:32.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Update, what the heck is an update?!  Obviously something I am a stranger to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many things I have not posted on, Taylor going to see Lt. Col. Maxwell retire, meeting the assistant commandant of the Marine Corps, being part of a color guard, getting to spend an outstanding training day with the Michigan state police K9, visiting a veteran's home and the list just goes on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will TRY to get updated with pictures SOON! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by chance you are checking in, please keep Taylor in your prayers and send good juju vibes her way.  This coming Friday, she has a big heart appointment at the University of Michigan.  This is always a fearful time for her and for her dad and I.  Taylor usually is tough as they come, but whenever she has to go up for this appointment, it throws her off a bit.  So please, just keep her in your thoughts for her to be strong for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1017511236116726287?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1017511236116726287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1017511236116726287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1017511236116726287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1017511236116726287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4745781467064312586</id><published>2009-08-03T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:24:10.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting out Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndjT1kVXuI/AAAAAAAAApc/z_5f0qt6JOU/s1600-h/huey3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365866673483374306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndjT1kVXuI/AAAAAAAAApc/z_5f0qt6JOU/s400/huey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndjUBdECgI/AAAAAAAAApk/u34v6ZcKdH0/s1600-h/Huey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365866676674103810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndjUBdECgI/AAAAAAAAApk/u34v6ZcKdH0/s400/Huey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndjThgbFJI/AAAAAAAAApU/UGp95kJgVNw/s1600-h/huey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365866668098262162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndjThgbFJI/AAAAAAAAApU/UGp95kJgVNw/s400/huey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is an email I sent out on May 24, 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a bit of a funny story from last night to tell and then one hell of an emotional story from today to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it being Memorial Day weekend, our radar is up even more so in making sure to look out for veterans. Last night we went out to eat and Taylor noticed 2 men sitting at a table and one had on a veteran hat. She went over, held out her hand to shake his and thanked him for his service. He just sat there and looked at her. She, thinking he might be hard of hearing, said out louder THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE. He got this profoundly strange look on his face and said back to her, 'I am sorry, I am not a waiter and I don't work here'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on Taylor's face was about the funniest I have ever seen! It obviously didn't register with him what she was thanking him for, but when he said that back to her, it didn't register to her what he was saying. Finally, she pointed at his hat and asked him if he REALLY served! She was serious, but I about spit out my pop because it was so funny! It all of the sudden came to him what she was thanking him for and he just laughed and hung his head down and shook it back and forth. It was just comical to watch, why he thought she thought he was a waiter, we will never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit later, another veteran came in and sat down at a table across from the other vets. I got up and gave each table gift cards we had to help pay for their meals. As we were leaving, the older vet came up to our table and thanked us for his meal. He told us that had never happened to him before. He kept saying how appreciative he was that a stranger would do that for him. I told him it was us who was appreciative and it just stuck in my mind and heart, a small gesture turned out to be something more then a small gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to a fund raiser for the WWll Honor Flights that Taylor has helped get money for, the group that flew her out to DC with them last year. It was at a small airport and it was a 'fly in' all you can eat pancake breakfast. They had there the 369. She is a Viet Nam veteran medical Huey. She has been lovingly restored back to original condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys that has been instrumental in getting her off the ground just so happens to be someone I went to school with. He is Army and flies the big bad boys of attack helicopters. Anyways, he was the pilot today and both Taylor and Tanner got the chance to go up. Taylor has a Viet Nam friend who was a crew chief on the Huey and he hasn't been up in one since he got back home, in 1968, and he got to go up with them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went up, with the doors open while flying and came back around and did a low fast fly over. I have to say, standing on the ground seeing that fly at you, not just hearing the THUMP THUMP THUMP but FEELING it, well it was a pretty amazing thing to see and feel. However, it was what happened after they landed that was by far the most emotional thing that has happened in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick got off the Huey and the emotions got the best of him. He broke down and cried. It wasn't just your normal cry though. You veterans know the cry I am talking about. It came from his very core. Taylor wrapped her little arms around him and I think for a minute, she was actually supporting him up. The only thing he could get out between the sobs was a guttural OH GOD, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just let him cry, we hugged him, but we let him cry. After several minutes of non stop sobbing, he was able to compose himself a bit to turn around and look at the Huey, rotors still turning. You could feel the power of it and the whirl of it was almost deafening. He then said something that hit us all standing around him. He started to cry again, and then he said 'all those boys we took out of the jungle, all those boys that never made it to be a dad or a grandpa' He then lost it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, several of the crew were surrounding him and they were all hugging and most were crying. A pain only they can share and only they know. While we were witnessing intense pain, we also knew we were witnessing intense healing as well. It was then, that we were able to step in and hug each one and say to each one WELCOME HOME. Dick said it was something he couldn't ever describe in words, but what he did say was that while he was up in the air, time stopped and he was transported back. He could feel, smell and every other sense there is, it is exactly what it was like for him before. Then the intense pain of knowing NOW what he lived through, what he saw, what he did, it was just almost to much. The pain of all his brothers that never made it back, it all came to a head for him, so many things he held back and held down, he had no control over. It overflowed his protective gait he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just listened, crying, but listened. Then, he smiled. He said he never got a welcome home. In fact, he got just the opposite and it was very ugly. Since then, he has been told several times welcome home, and it was nice to hear. But today, as he stepped off that Huey, transported back into time, we were there to welcome him home and he said that was the first time he FELT it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night and today started off our Memorial weekend. A time to laugh, a time to feel pain, a time to reflect and be thankful for those that made it and for those that didn't, a time to witness healing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4745781467064312586?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4745781467064312586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4745781467064312586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4745781467064312586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4745781467064312586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/08/starting-out-memorial-day.html' title='Starting out Memorial Day'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndjT1kVXuI/AAAAAAAAApc/z_5f0qt6JOU/s72-c/huey3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2180965215024580290</id><published>2009-08-03T18:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:09:32.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sndf1A7uqiI/AAAAAAAAApE/jyoR5vdrlPg/s1600-h/Memorial+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365862845423462946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sndf1A7uqiI/AAAAAAAAApE/jyoR5vdrlPg/s400/Memorial+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365862853152201730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sndf1duZ3AI/AAAAAAAAApM/Eco2PpRG3Rc/s400/Memorial+Day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Once again, Taylor was given the amazing honor of marching with over 18 of her hometown's veterans for Memorial Day. The majority of them being WWll heroes. Taylor stood shoulder to shoulder with these great men, marching in step with them, and saluted with them. Once we got to the cemetery, she was the chosen one this year to lay the wreath at the memorial. She did an outstanding job and we are so very proud of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;These men just love her and are always so happy to have her walk with them. They are just as proud of her as she is of them. We know that in a few years, many of them won't be with us any longer and that is what makes these times she is with them so special. These men have given her life time memories of being with them and them accepting her as one of them. God Bless our veterans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2180965215024580290?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2180965215024580290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2180965215024580290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2180965215024580290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2180965215024580290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/08/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sndf1A7uqiI/AAAAAAAAApE/jyoR5vdrlPg/s72-c/Memorial+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4024449441888328854</id><published>2009-08-03T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:55:48.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sndcu8GAHlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zS6OQz2I6m8/s1600-h/MCL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365859442510274130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sndcu8GAHlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zS6OQz2I6m8/s400/MCL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To those of you that know WWll veterans, a plea is sent to you from Taylor. DON'T WASTE TIME! Don't put off talking to them, don't put off visiting them, don't put off letting them know you care and that you are so thankful for them. Time is running out and it is running out fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We are so blessed to have so many WWll veterans in Taylor's life. They bring so much to her, and she brings so much to them. There is an understanding between them and most always, are in awe of each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Take a look at this picture, these are just a few of her friends. But these friends ARE America's history, it is because of them and how and where and when they fought, we have the country we do today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Between these 3 men, they fought at Iwo Jima, Guadalcanal, Peleliu, Cape Gloucester, Chosin Reservoir and there are over SIX Purple Hearts between these 3 men. They are a blessing to this country and especially to my Gunny, Taylor Batten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4024449441888328854?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4024449441888328854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4024449441888328854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4024449441888328854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4024449441888328854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-history.html' title='Living History'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sndcu8GAHlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zS6OQz2I6m8/s72-c/MCL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1363847440822080989</id><published>2009-08-03T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:36:46.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus Luttrell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndYDlKuE_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/kVs9BYpgM8w/s1600-h/Marcus+L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365854299575161842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndYDlKuE_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/kVs9BYpgM8w/s400/Marcus+L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How do you meet someone that has a story that so incredible and so beyond comprehension? I still don't know how to do it, Taylor, she just walks right up, sticks her hand out and introduces herself. That is exactly what she did when she met Marcus Luttrell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For those of you that have had your head in the sand and have never heard of Marcus Luttrell, we say, shame on you! Marcus has a book written about him and his Navy Seal team, called Lone Survivor. I highly recommend this for any and everyone to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The story is horrific, sad, amazing, uplifting in that it shows you that no matter...there is hope and survival, but it left me mad. Mad as hell. It made us mad in that our country has sent some amazing young men and women into war and then slaps such restrictions on them. It is those very restrictions that caused the death of Marcus's team, his best friends. They followed the 'rules' knowing full well they were signing their death warrants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Marcus survived, how he did will always be a mystery. But he did. He now goes all over the country speaking of what happened. I don't know how he does it. Same goes with Taylor though, I don't know how she does the things she does either. I guess, it is only something that true warriors like Marcus, Lt. Col. Maxwell, Taylor and any other wounded, will understand what keeps them going and motivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In meeting Marcus, Taylor gave a firm hand shake and looked him in the eyes and he looked back at her. After hearing some of her story and her struggles, his face softened and he looked deep at her and told her that she could get through &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. He then asked her if she knew it. She shook her head yes, and he told her he could tell she knew what he was talking about, then pulled her in for a hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once they were done talking, I witnessed his face harden again. My heart broke in watching this. I once again was able to see from the outside a bonding, a bonding that only she and Marcus know of. A bonding that only the wounded know of. It is something I will never know, something I will never feel. It is amazing when you see it happen, but so incredibly sad in WHY it is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will not tell more of Marcus's story in hopes that if you don't know it, you will go read it yourself. Then you will never forget it, I assure you that, you won't forget what he went through to be able to stand there and give my daughter a hug. You won't forget those of his team that were lost because of our 'rules' of engagement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1363847440822080989?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1363847440822080989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1363847440822080989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1363847440822080989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1363847440822080989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/08/marcus-luttrell.html' title='Marcus Luttrell'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndYDlKuE_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/kVs9BYpgM8w/s72-c/Marcus+L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-7119605499561170052</id><published>2009-08-03T17:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:18:27.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sturgis and Three Rivers parades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTzS-ApRI/AAAAAAAAAok/ejz3Es0pRNs/s1600-h/Taylor+Parade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365849621765596434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTzS-ApRI/AAAAAAAAAok/ejz3Es0pRNs/s400/Taylor+Parade3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTzjgdLVI/AAAAAAAAAos/_J75MfiF7as/s1600-h/TR+parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365849626205039954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTzjgdLVI/AAAAAAAAAos/_J75MfiF7as/s400/TR+parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTzCH_RaI/AAAAAAAAAoc/KvcQzuuEc5M/s1600-h/Taylor+Parade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365849617244046754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTzCH_RaI/AAAAAAAAAoc/KvcQzuuEc5M/s400/Taylor+Parade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTyz45cWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/eF6eIDqGi4I/s1600-h/Taylor+Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365849613422653794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTyz45cWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/eF6eIDqGi4I/s400/Taylor+Parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Taylor put out a call for patriotism for 2 local parades, the Michigan Week parade in Sturgis and the Water Festival parade in Three Rivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Taylor wanted to have people walk with her, carrying an American flag. We also had banners made up, the message was simple but to the point SUPPORTING OUR TROOPS AND VETERANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Sturgis weather was rainy. It called for a slight chance of rain and that slight chance of rain turned out to be ALL rain! But we had people show up and many of them all said the same thing, our troops go through much more then this! Taylor's goal was for 100 walkers, while she didn't get 100, it was pretty close and those that did show up, made up for those that didn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Three Rivers weather, well that was a different story. It was HOT and HUMID and just down right miserable. The showing was a bit less then the Sturgis parade, but the reception we got in Three Rivers was almost more then you could take! Almost the whole route people stood and clapped and cheered. It was amazing, as you passed people, you could almost pick out all the veterans in the crowd. Standing tall, holding their hands over their hearts, some saluting as we walked by. Many of these were from the WWll era and it was emotional for many of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Taylor would like to make sure that those that took the time to show up and walk with her, it meant so much. Thank you for your support once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-7119605499561170052?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/7119605499561170052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=7119605499561170052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7119605499561170052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7119605499561170052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/08/sturgis-and-three-rivers-parades.html' title='Sturgis and Three Rivers parades'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SndTzS-ApRI/AAAAAAAAAok/ejz3Es0pRNs/s72-c/Taylor+Parade3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8376890217993961462</id><published>2009-05-10T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:06:06.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade update</title><content type='html'>We got updates on the parade for this Saturday, May 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to have everyone there as close to 11:30 as possible.  The parade starts at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To park, you have to go to the Sturgis High School. There is parking EAST of the High School (Franks Ave entrance) or the Eastwood School parking lot (east of the high school football field, Franks Ave entrance). There are going to be many roads closed so it will be best to use Chicago Rd (US 12) and turn SOUTH onto Franks Ave. Park your cars and then you have to walk to the line up which is on Ivanhoe. You should be able to see where everyone is going. Our parade entry number is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank you everyone. This is going to look really nice to have all our flags flying. I want people to know we care, I want veterans to know we care. The parade ends this year at the Sturges-Young Auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8376890217993961462?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8376890217993961462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8376890217993961462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8376890217993961462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8376890217993961462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/05/parade-update.html' title='Parade update'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-7984837189919082304</id><published>2009-05-04T17:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:03:52.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanking a veteran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sf9lu2eIiCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WiE7hZ1O-sY/s1600-h/vet+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332092339400247330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sf9lu2eIiCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WiE7hZ1O-sY/s400/vet+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sf9lu1XrPsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/AGMCHYosaok/s1600-h/ride+along.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332092339104726722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sf9lu1XrPsI/AAAAAAAAAoE/AGMCHYosaok/s400/ride+along.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some of you may remember, Taylor held a card drive so that she could deliver cards to veterans in nursing homes. I am very late in posting this, but we were so happy with the turn out. Taylor got cards from all over the United States and some came from as far away as Iraq! Taylor was able to collect over 2,000 cards. If you are still interested, please send more and she will keep on delivering them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is a picture of her delivering a bundle of cards to a veteran. He was so happy to have someone there to talk to. He was a farmer before and after his service time and he was so proud of his tractors and to be able to talk to someone about them. He just kept looking at her like he couldn't believe that someone had actually come to visit him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She is wearing her Explorer outfit, for as soon as she was done visiting, she had to go to the St. Joseph County Jail for her first ride along! Boy, did it turn out to be exciting for her. They weren't even out on the road more then a few minutes and already had someone pulled over. Here is a picture with the officer she did her ride along with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor is working hard as ever on her up coming projects. We are now making plans for her 2nd annual big fundraiser for the veterans, which should be in August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-7984837189919082304?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/7984837189919082304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=7984837189919082304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7984837189919082304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7984837189919082304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanking-veteran.html' title='Thanking a veteran'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Sf9lu2eIiCI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WiE7hZ1O-sY/s72-c/vet+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5481005096264809461</id><published>2009-04-24T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:31:32.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Article in paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is an article that was written about Taylor's DAR award she received from the Daughters of the American Revolution, for the state of Michigan.  Also, yesterday in the mail, Taylor got a letter congratuling her on winning the Eastern Central division of the United States from the DAR for her work with veterans and active duty.  We aren't sure what all is happening with that, but once we find out more, you know I will update!  Once again, VERY PROUD of Taylor and her selfless work she does for our military.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Batten honored at state DAR meeting&lt;br /&gt;:::1:1:1:1]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above and beyond - Pictured with Taylor Batten are, from left, DAR members Rebecca Shank, Jan Streeter and Katherine Langworthy. Photo provided&lt;br /&gt;Published:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, April 22, 2009 2:54 PM EDT&lt;br /&gt;E. LANSING — St. Joseph County’s very own Honorary Marine Gunnery Sgt. Taylor Batten was named the State DAR Veteran Patient Youth Volunteer for 2009 at the State Awards luncheon in East Lansing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, a ninth grade student at Mendon High School, has devoted the past four years supporting our troops overseas and the wounded veterans in hospitals. Averaging 400 or more hours a year, she sends cards, letters and packages, visits hospitals to cheer up the wounded and attends funerals of our fallen heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor has been adopted by the Wounded Warriors and supports the Children of Veterans Organization. She is also a member of the Patriot Guard Riders often attending funerals with them. In addition she works with other groups that have similar focus, the American Legion and the Blue Star Mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hand to honor Taylor were six members of the Abiel Fellows Chapter that nominated her. Also in attendance were her parents Kevin and Cathy Batten, Mendon High School Principal Jay Peterson, State Senator Cameron Brown and special guest Commandant Bob Cook of the Kalamazoo Marine Corps League. DAR members from across the state and their guests gave her a rousing standing ovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adsys.townnews.com/c7489032/creative/threeriversnews.com/+instory/175535-1236309448.jpg?r=http://www.threeriversnews.com/our_newspaper/advertise/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5481005096264809461?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5481005096264809461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5481005096264809461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5481005096264809461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5481005096264809461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/04/article-in-paper.html' title='Article in paper'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-844300965268885913</id><published>2009-04-23T19:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:24:01.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED HELP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SfD4FjieGzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7anyC5YPw_0/s1600-h/paradeflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328031133502151474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SfD4FjieGzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7anyC5YPw_0/s400/paradeflyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Taylor needs your help! The Michigan Week Parade is coming up, May 16th to be exact. Taylor wants to get as many people as she can to walk with her in the parade, carrying American flags (provided) to show that patriotism is alive. Her message is simple, WE SUPPORT OUR VETERANS AND TROOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Her goal is for 100 people to walk with her. How glorious would that be to see 100 people walking in the middle of a parade, carrying 3 x 5 flags attached to 6 ft poles?! HELP TAYLOR AND SHOW UP, HELP HER SPREAD THE WORD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I hope the flyer she had made shows up big on the blog, I still haven't mastered on how to make large pictures show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-844300965268885913?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/844300965268885913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=844300965268885913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/844300965268885913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/844300965268885913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-help.html' title='NEED HELP!!!!!'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SfD4FjieGzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7anyC5YPw_0/s72-c/paradeflyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6978242072735174315</id><published>2009-04-06T10:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:39:56.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Batten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughters of the American Revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marines'/><title type='text'>2009 Outstanding Youth Volunteer for Veterans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAXG06xI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ltLTZuQoL30/s1600-h/DAR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321594503196633874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAXG06xI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ltLTZuQoL30/s400/DAR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAIVwtkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/fUrVfr-9V5Y/s1600-h/DAR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321594499232740930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAIVwtkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/fUrVfr-9V5Y/s400/DAR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAh1fJKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fzPcZcTP1Mg/s1600-h/DAR5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321594506076693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAh1fJKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fzPcZcTP1Mg/s400/DAR5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAg9b5II/AAAAAAAAAns/YsT12rcw7rM/s1600-h/DAR4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321594505841599618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAg9b5II/AAAAAAAAAns/YsT12rcw7rM/s400/DAR4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAcATyzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/E4ufJWUGLFQ/s1600-h/DAR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321594504511474482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAcATyzI/AAAAAAAAAnk/E4ufJWUGLFQ/s400/DAR3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What do you say when you get a phone call telling you that your daughter has been chosen to get an award for the whole state of Michigan for her work for the troops and veterans? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I got such a phone call about a month ago from the Daughters of the American Revolution. This is not the first time they have honored Taylor and her work she does for the troops. Last year, they awarded her with the Mary Desha Founders medal for her tireless work. This year, she was chosen for the whole state of Michigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went to the awards ceremony on 3-31-2009. Taylor brought her dad and I, her principal Jay Peterson and the Marine Corps League Commandant of the Kalamazoo detachment. Also present was Sen. Cameron Brown. Taylor was not able to sit with us, as she had to sit at the head table. As the ceremony started, they called her to the stand and the state regent of the Daughters of the American Revolution started talking about Taylor and listed off everything she has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now mind you, I have been with Taylor through all of this. We know what she has done and I myself have listed them all a few times, however, that is completely different then sitting back and listening to it being said out loud by someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I sat in the audience and listened to each thing Taylor has done be listed off. I sat back and listened to the audience gasp at different times. I then heard out loud, about Taylor's illness and it literally took my breath away for a moment. It was like I was listening through someone elses ears and hearing all this for the first time. My heart ached with pride. Then, I watched as Taylor got this full faced beautiful smile. One that we don't normally see, especially when she is being talked about. I think she must have felt like I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I then watched the audience of about 300 give her a standing ovation that lasted for quiet some time. I watched as many wiped their faces of tears. It wasn't until after the ceremony was over that I realized that Taylor was the only individual that got her own standing ovation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thank the Daughters of the American Revolution for their continued support of Taylor and their continued recognition of her, especially the Abiel Fellows Chapter.  I thank my daughter, GySgt. Taylor Batten, for her selflessness when it comes to her beloved troops.  I thank her for looking beyond herself and doing what is right, because it IS right. I thank her for being my daughter and showing me the true meaning of so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6978242072735174315?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6978242072735174315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6978242072735174315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6978242072735174315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6978242072735174315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/04/2009-outstanding-youth-volunteer-for.html' title='2009 Outstanding Youth Volunteer for Veterans'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SdoaAXG06xI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ltLTZuQoL30/s72-c/DAR2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-7801111068108613988</id><published>2009-03-19T19:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:09:34.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLdTe0uusI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XpDE8YlXIgM/s1600-h/Dean+and+Thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315053837012089538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLdTe0uusI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XpDE8YlXIgM/s400/Dean+and+Thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLdTD0TCBI/AAAAAAAAAnE/fCvu5S4qhM8/s1600-h/Dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315053829762517010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLdTD0TCBI/AAAAAAAAAnE/fCvu5S4qhM8/s400/Dean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the two cousins Taylor was able to bring together. The story is posted in the following entry. Sometimes, when you see a picture, there really aren't much words that can be used and I feel this is one of those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-7801111068108613988?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/7801111068108613988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=7801111068108613988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7801111068108613988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7801111068108613988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotional-meeting.html' title='Emotional reunion'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLdTe0uusI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XpDE8YlXIgM/s72-c/Dean+and+Thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6737082103907799799</id><published>2009-03-19T19:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:12:23.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Batten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veterans Appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marines'/><title type='text'>Military Appreciation Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLbzSqshGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FWFbTL-HHFk/s1600-h/dedication1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315052184481334370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLbzSqshGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FWFbTL-HHFk/s400/dedication1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLbyyHMHCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/K2rndnmHOuc/s1600-h/dedication.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315052175742475298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLbyyHMHCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/K2rndnmHOuc/s400/dedication.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Here is a copy of an email I sent out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending a link to youtube for you to watch. This was taken last night, 2-18-09, at Taylor's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a year ago, Taylor came home and was upset about walking down the hall and seeing trophy cases full of trophies for sports and academics but nothing for our military. We told her to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went before the school board and didn't ask, but demanded that it be changed. They all sat before her smiling, how could they say no not only to Taylor speaking from the heart but also for such a noble cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a plaque made up, a flag flown over our state capital and a flag flown over Washington. There was also a flag that was flown over Iraq by a Mendon high school student who went on to be in the Marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called upon the military recruiters and they all stood with her at half court for the presentation during a basketball game. It was a pretty neat night and I know most of you have already heard about that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything was finally put together and it took a long time to get things done. She wanted to have a 'final' dedication for the display and things started rolling. It ended up being more then just a dedication to the military veterans of her school. It ended up being a very emotional reunion of two cousins that are very closer then brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a young man from Taylor's school that became a Marine after he graduated. Taylor never knew him, he is much older. On one of his tours in Iraq, he was severely wounded. Once we found this out, Taylor then wanted to meet him. Taylor and Sgt. Dean Cugliotta have since become very good friends. She has involved him in many things and even got him to join the Marine Corps League with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean suffered a TBI and lives daily with post traumatic stress. As you can imagine, some days are much better then others and as of late, the bad days seem to outnumber the good days for him. This has weighed heavily on Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean's cousin is active duty and stationed in CA. We kept waiting to have the dedication because we kept thinking that Thomas was going to be coming home. The Marines had other ideas and he couldn't come home, then he was, then he wasn't and it went on like this for quiet sometime. We finally decided to have the dedication now and once Thomas was able to come home, we would do something special for him. After all, he did have a flag flown that is part of the display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This as well weighed heavily on Taylor. She knew how things were tough for Dean now and she knew that a visit from his cousin was just what he needed. Now, how to do it? Taylor decided that Thomas WAS coming home. But, she didn't want Dean to know we were going to work on it in case things didn't work out. With Gunny Batten on the job, you just know it was going to get done and sure enough, it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was decided that this was going to be a surprise to her very good friend Dean. We got travel arrangements all set and then went about a well laid out plan on getting him home from California and then coming into our small town with no one knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Taylor called upon the recruiters to stand with her for this and they gladly were there for her. Many veterans showed up. Thomas showed up in his blues and Dean did as well. He did much fretting over wearing them and looking good. He almost wasn't going to wear them, but he got an order from the Gunny and he had to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Dean stand with his back to a hallway and we got everyone gathered up for the presentation, colors was called and Dean stood at attention. That is when Thomas walked up behind him. What happened next is something I can't really describe, as no words do justice to the raw heartfelt emotions that took place. Dean was told to turn around and when he did, Thomas's face was right there. It took Dean a moment to register and once he did, he just lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't the only one, everyone broke out in tears. It was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever witnessed. Once they were done hugging, it was Taylor's turn to talk. Normally, she is a ball of fire when it comes to talking, but even she was thrown by what had just happened and she was a bit lost on what to say. I think, considering the hard work she put into this dedication and reunion, she was really tired but did an outstanding job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was there and had it on and I have to say, the footage they caught was outstanding and they really did capture the true emotions of it. But anyways, here is the video that was sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ettVdPh8qPw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ettVdPh8qPw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have a few pictures to post on this entry and then I will post two pictures by themselves. You will see why they need to be by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6737082103907799799?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6737082103907799799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6737082103907799799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6737082103907799799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6737082103907799799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/03/military-appreciation-night.html' title='Military Appreciation Night'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/ScLbzSqshGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/FWFbTL-HHFk/s72-c/dedication1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2326260805953709102</id><published>2009-02-06T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:10:40.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Coins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SY0TGFaI91I/AAAAAAAAAms/tavJhjPHn5U/s1600-h/100_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299913331736901458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SY0TGFaI91I/AAAAAAAAAms/tavJhjPHn5U/s400/100_1863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I realized there was a little story that I hadn't posted about. When Taylor was going to Bethesda for her medical testing, we knew it was going to be really close to the Marine Corps birthday. We had contacted Sgt. Grits and told them of Taylor and her going to visit the wounded. They immediately sent her some beautiful birthday coins to give out to the wounded. Unfortunately, the coins came in after we left and she wasn't able to hand deliver them to those she visited. When we got back home, the coins were here and she was able to send them back to the National Naval Medical Center to be given out to those that she visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We had an idea though. I am sure you have read about Taylor being able to fly back to DC a few weeks after her medical testing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WWll&lt;/span&gt; veterans for the day. She thought who better to get some of those birthday coins then some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WWll&lt;/span&gt; veterans! As it happened to be, the minute she walked into the airport terminal, she saw a man sitting there with a Marine hat and she immediately walked over and shook his hand and said 'Happy Birthday Marine' You should have seen the look on this old man's face! He stared at her deeply and intently for what seemed forever, then his face softened and he reached out his hand and said thank you. She had one of those coins in her hand and as they shook, she slipped it from her hand to his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He opened his hand and looked at what was held in his palm. He looked at her and gave her a wonderful smile. Once she told him she was a Gunny, boy did he ever straiten up his stand! Once in DC, they were buddies while walking around and Taylor was able to hand out more birthday coins that day to many other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WWll&lt;/span&gt; veterans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Because I wasn't there in DC with her, I wasn't able to get pictures of her handing these out, but I did get one of her giving out her first one and through that simple hand shake, saying Happy Birthday and handing over a coin, Taylor gained yet another new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2326260805953709102?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2326260805953709102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2326260805953709102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2326260805953709102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2326260805953709102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-coins.html' title='Happy Birthday Coins'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SY0TGFaI91I/AAAAAAAAAms/tavJhjPHn5U/s72-c/100_1863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6512007256087458502</id><published>2009-02-04T23:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:11:41.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Taylor Batten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SY0PemOZd4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/2MDzI4E42EE/s1600-h/100_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299909354816370562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SY0PemOZd4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/2MDzI4E42EE/s400/100_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SYpr9ElPwDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IS8eRnsdex8/s1600-h/100_1963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299166608500965426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SYpr9ElPwDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IS8eRnsdex8/s400/100_1963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SYpr81DXxJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yq3U0Mcy3fE/s1600-h/100_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299166604332352658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SYpr81DXxJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yq3U0Mcy3fE/s400/100_1957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SYpr9NKnt7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/3QF9ajH_nNM/s1600-h/100_1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299166610805209010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SYpr9NKnt7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/3QF9ajH_nNM/s400/100_1962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jan. 23 was Taylor's birthday. First off, I want to thank everyone for their overwhelming wishes for her! She got phone calls from all over the United States not to mention all the emails and cards she got. All the way from Iraq, California to New York. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She got a special surprise in the form of a beautiful floral arrangement. The 2 wonderful ladies that sent it to her said that while she may be a hardened Gunny, she is still a young lady! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor got a rifle/shotgun combo. She has wanted to have her own rifle for awhile now. She has taken the hunter safety course with her younger brother as well as what she was taught at Camp Lejeune about safety. She also got some other training in her Explorer program with the sheriff department. Do I need to say how excited she was? The girl would have slept with it had I allowed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It is always during her birthday celebration that I am able to sit back and just marvel at Taylor. That is when I am able to reflect on just what a wondrous gift she is to us. She beat the odds by even being born. Remember, with her medical condition, less then ONE PERCENT even survive birth. I think back to all her hard struggles she faces each and every day with each and every breath she takes. Yet, she never gives up, she keeps moving forward and fights. She not only fights for herself, but she fights for others as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She got an email that really brought me to tears and made me realize once again, she is not only a gift to our family, but to others as well. The fight she fights, encourages others and I wanted to share part of that email with you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I waited until today to send this because I wanted you to understand a few things about me, Gunny. I have the utmost respect for you! You are the fighter that inspires me when my cancer gets me down. I think of such a beautiful young lady fighting the good fight and I feel so much better. When the Good Lord gave us you, Gunny, He gave us a precious gem to be admired from avery angle. You are inspirations to alot of old Fellows that have lived our lives and forget that you are going on your way, carrying out your everyday affairs and such. It is with great pleasure that I wish you a Very Happy Birthday, and I hope God grants you many, many more, as I know he will. Happy Birthday Gunny Taylor, from this old broken down Marine&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She also had her free throw contest and won once again. For this particular contest, this is the 4th year in a row she has won the 1st round. It has always amazed us how she does it. She is this tiny little thing, with great visual spatial difficulties. Yet, for about the last 5 years, she has been able to stand at the free throw line and make shot after shot. She can even stand BEHIND the 3 point line and swish it in! She beats the big boys and no one ever seems to want to challenge her because they know it is a losing cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6512007256087458502?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6512007256087458502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6512007256087458502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6512007256087458502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6512007256087458502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-taylor.html' title='Happy Birthday Taylor Batten!'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SY0PemOZd4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/2MDzI4E42EE/s72-c/100_1955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1789303256089275228</id><published>2009-01-22T15:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:12:55.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Army vs Marines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjaNpS4dYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FJy8TEfxAd0/s1600-h/100_1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294221289932223874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjaNpS4dYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FJy8TEfxAd0/s400/100_1951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjaNEQkFkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8y_TzuXwt94/s1600-h/100_1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294221279990388290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjaNEQkFkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/8y_TzuXwt94/s400/100_1919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjaMw3rsfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/vweh2lzlm8Y/s1600-h/100_1916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294221274785755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjaMw3rsfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/vweh2lzlm8Y/s400/100_1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seems there is a bit of rivalry between branches of the military. Always has been and always will be. Some boost they are better then the other, while the other will say the same. I know you all know what I am talking about!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;While Taylor is a Marine, hard core and hard charging, she has a wonderful supporter in SFC Noble, Army recruiter. Taylor LOVES being a Marine and it is something she is damn proud of. She is also very proud to be an American and very proud of the other branches that have and are now serving. Many of her very first pen pals were Army. And you all know of her love for Marty Horn at &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; and he has been VERY good to her as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A while back, Taylor needed some help and called on the recruiters of all branches and they all showed up to help. She stood so proud with them. Then, she needed more help and the Marines said they would be there and guess what? They didn't show up. (gulp) Who showed up though just as he promised? Yup, Army, SFC Noble! He has been there for her on anything she has asked and we love him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Army just had a presentation and asked us to be there. I knew they were going to give a plaque to Taylor. What Noble didn't know was that, Taylor thinks the world of him as well and before HE could present to her, SHE presented him with a certificate of appreciation! Hers thanked him for being there and helping and his was about Loyalty, Duty, Respect, Selfless Service, Honor, Integrity and Personal Courage. He feels she holds all of these traits and I have to agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She stood and talked about how the Marines and the Army have to razz one another, which she is more then glad to do, but they also have to respect one another and that she whole heartily respects and appreciates her friend, SFC Greg Noble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Every time we talk to him, he just gushes at how amazing and outstanding Taylor is in all she does for the troops. He beams when he talks about her. Taylor does just the same when talking about him though and is always sure to point out that while she is a Marine, he has been there for her every single time she needed it and that means the world to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She did have to do a bit of a devilish giggle though, when it came time to take a picture of her and Noble together, she wanted it taken under a Marine Corps picture! He laughed and said he would do it only for her, but they compromised and stood at a neutral point!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went out to eat last weekend with Grampy Guns (retired Master Gunnery Sgt whose nick name is Grumpy, except for when it comes to Taylor) and when we walked in, we saw a table full of Army guys. Taylor walked up to them and shook each of their hands and then was able to give out Patriot Guard Rider coins to each of them. We got a picture of her with them and she is sitting on one of the guys laps. Now let me ask you this, how many pictures have you seen of a Marine sitting on an Army guys lap?!?! ( I do find the look on the guys face whose lap she is sitting on very funny! Maybe he didn't like a Gunny sitting on his lap?! Really, he was very nice and offered up his lap to her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1789303256089275228?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1789303256089275228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1789303256089275228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1789303256089275228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1789303256089275228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/01/army-vs-marines.html' title='Army vs Marines'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjaNpS4dYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FJy8TEfxAd0/s72-c/100_1951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1227344070651639622</id><published>2009-01-22T15:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:21:18.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidents Own Marine Corp Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUvB-eTBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PHv46eo8dXo/s1600-h/100_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294215266423426066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUvB-eTBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PHv46eo8dXo/s400/100_1851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUvvjSThI/AAAAAAAAAlg/V3lExiJnTvo/s1600-h/100_1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294215278657424914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUvvjSThI/AAAAAAAAAlg/V3lExiJnTvo/s400/100_1856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUuvDmUVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ITh4o2u67nA/s1600-h/100_1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294215261344649554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUuvDmUVI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ITh4o2u67nA/s400/100_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUtvn5HsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P6Qc-IfMdmY/s1600-h/100_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294215244317007554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUtvn5HsI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P6Qc-IfMdmY/s400/100_1852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor has been to Washington twice now for her medical testing. Each time, she has been there just shy of being able to see the drill teams at 8th &amp;amp; I or the Sunset Parade. It upset her both times, as she really wanted to see these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The Presidents Own Marine Corps Band was coming to a university close to us and it was set up so that Taylor could go there and meet the band! To her, this was exciting because she had missed out on her chances while in Washington and this was like they were coming to her! We were so incredibly lucky as Taylor got to bring her good friend, Sgt. Cugliotta with her and they were taken back stage before the concert to meet with Col. Colburn. They then were taken back behind the band and able to meet many members of the band. We got special seats up close and let me tell you, the band was amazing. Listening to them, just made you so proud of your country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;During intermission, they were taken back stage again and able to meet up with Col. Colburn again as well as other members of the band. Both Taylor and Dean were given special coins and it was a great night. One that Taylor won't be forgetting any time soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Once again, Taylor was shown just how much she is appreciated for all her hard work and as always, it just made her glow and made her stronger. I can't thank everyone that was involved enough for making sure this happened for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Now if we can only get her to meet the Commandant!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1227344070651639622?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1227344070651639622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1227344070651639622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1227344070651639622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1227344070651639622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/01/presidents-own-marine-corp-band.html' title='Presidents Own Marine Corp Band'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SXjUvB-eTBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PHv46eo8dXo/s72-c/100_1851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5712888511056312619</id><published>2009-01-12T10:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:13:28.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SWti6KiyeYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/koz5ekDNA68/s1600-h/100_1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430938678983042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SWti6KiyeYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/koz5ekDNA68/s400/100_1751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SWti5vEc1vI/AAAAAAAAAk4/x8Zz-MAa8XM/s1600-h/100_1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430931303978738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SWti5vEc1vI/AAAAAAAAAk4/x8Zz-MAa8XM/s400/100_1735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Back in the summer, Taylor held a fund raiser to help out veterans, called Gunny's Veterans Ride. She has been able to do some really nice things with the money she has raised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She gave some money to homeless veterans, she gave some money to a veteran who has become very sick and the medical bills mounted, she gave some money to help get a flight of WWII veterans to Washington to see their monument. Once she heard about this, and was able to give a sizable donation, she found out that much more money was needed. She made a few phone calls and I am so proud to say, she got enough money on her own to fund half of the flight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What was really cool about this was, the people in charge were so impressed, that when Taylor presented the check to them, they told her SHE was going with these great heroes! So, Taylor was able to fly back to Washington with over a dozen of our greatest generation and spend a whole special and magical day with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I will have to post pictures of that day later as most from Taylor's camera didn't turn out. It was a spectacular day for her and they also went in to an air museum and she was able to see the Enola Gay. To be able to share this afternoon with these men was amazing for her as she got to witness first hand all of them seeing THEIR monument for the first time. She got to witness their emotions and she got to hear some incredible stories first hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What has made this even more special was that she was able to have our neighbor, Jack Palmer, go with her. He was a top turret gunner on the B17. He took with him his beloved friend, Ray Hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ray fought in Germany, France, Belgium, Africa and The Battle of The Bulge. Sadly, Ray just passed away. I told Taylor that she was able to give him a gift he hadn't gotten, she was able to make sure he went on that flight, he went and did some healing and hopefully, in his heart, he got closure. I will also post more about that later with pictures of Ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5712888511056312619?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5712888511056312619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5712888511056312619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5712888511056312619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5712888511056312619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2009/01/helping-out.html' title='Helping out'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SWti6KiyeYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/koz5ekDNA68/s72-c/100_1751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3606741659900163855</id><published>2008-12-14T22:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:15:15.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Batten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Naval Medical Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounded warriors'/><title type='text'>Medical testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXS1YNEkgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wN8uCAFDZIU/s1600-h/100_1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857952633950722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXS1YNEkgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wN8uCAFDZIU/s400/100_1798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXS1GiwIOI/AAAAAAAAAko/5pKjxOYybr0/s1600-h/100_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857947893047522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXS1GiwIOI/AAAAAAAAAko/5pKjxOYybr0/s400/100_1800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXS0f5U_fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BqXHO6EQPcE/s1600-h/100_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857937518755314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXS0f5U_fI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BqXHO6EQPcE/s400/100_1768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXSz6cfGiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/C7LCyF6Q1RU/s1600-h/100_1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857927465671202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXSz6cfGiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/C7LCyF6Q1RU/s400/100_1767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXSzshGoHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IXwutWQ8JxA/s1600-h/100_1765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279857923726942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXSzshGoHI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/IXwutWQ8JxA/s400/100_1765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am very behind on keeping the blog up to date. I have many excuses, but none that are really good enough to justify not keeping up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Taylor had to go to Washington in Oct. for more medical testing again at the National Institute of Health. It had been two years almost to the day that we had gone there for the first time. We were extremely fortunate in getting a room to ourselves which was wonderful. However, I really wish that the makers of the so called 'beds' that are given to parents to sleep on, I wish that THEY had to sleep on them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was a long week for Taylor, but she did wonderful. She was strong and brave. There were some things that weren't pleasant, but she faced them head on and did what was asked of her. I was very proud of her. Once again, we had wonderful doctors and nurses and things ran really well. Each night, Taylor and I got out and walked the campus to get some fresh air and get out of the hospital room. It was hard for us at night time to think of us being so close to DC and yet, because of my lack of knowledge on how to get around, we were stuck in the room all night long. I guess it was for the best though, Taylor was able to get her rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This time, as her last visit, it was set up for her to be able to go over to the National Naval Medical Center and for her to spend the afternoon with the wounded. I have to say, this visit was much different then last. Last time we were there, patients were just about busting out of the rooms there were so many wounded there. They were doubled up in rooms. This time, there were far less and that was a wonderful thing. The ones that we were able to visit even had their own rooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was so rewarding as a parent to watch Taylor talk with 'her guys' and to make sure they were staying motivated. She even told one Marine sternly that he had better stay motivated and do what the doctors asked, because he sure didn't want her coming back and giving him hell!!! I think she scared him! I really do wish that we lived closer or that we could afford her to get out there more often, she was so in her element talking with those guys. So at ease and everything just flows naturally. At first, they aren't sure of what to think of seeing this young girl walk into their rooms in THEIR hard earned uniform. However, once they hear her introduce herself as GySgt Taylor Batten and talk to her for a few minutes, all the apprehension they feel is gone and they are talking to 'one of their own'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Some of the results on the tests were not what we wanted nor expected. Things could have went better as far as that is concerned, but on the other hand, things could have been much worse. We are thankful for the knowledge that we are learning and that is why we go there, to find out what is going on with her. It is always that double edged sword though, you want to know, but once you do you wish you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am so proud of Taylor though. She wanted to once again, look outside of herself and look past her own discomfort of what she was going through and go visit the wounded to make sure that THEY were doing well and to give them some support. There were a few times things got rough for her and she herself could have used a visitor or two and some of her own cheering up, but not once did she do a 'poor me'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We will be going back again in two years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once we were discharged, we stayed with Lt. Col. Maxwell's family once again. They opened their home and their lives to us just as they did when Taylor went to Camp Lejeune. They made us feel like we were part of the family again and Taylor was able to spend time with her friend that she so looks up to for inspiration. They are now at Quantico and Taylor and I were able to go visit the new museum there and it was more then outstanding. The Lt. Col. is recovering from a pretty major surgery and his fighting spirit is just amazing. Taylor watched and studied him, when he talked, she listened. She once again gained much on the inside from just being around him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3606741659900163855?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3606741659900163855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3606741659900163855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3606741659900163855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3606741659900163855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/12/medical-testing.html' title='Medical testing'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SUXS1YNEkgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wN8uCAFDZIU/s72-c/100_1798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4113876817579866368</id><published>2008-11-10T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:42:47.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SRkNO2gjXwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-9pmw_TO-Lg/s1600-h/081106-F-1234B-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SRkNO2gjXwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-9pmw_TO-Lg/s400/081106-F-1234B-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267255787987885826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Marines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that I am very behind in updating Taylor's blog and have much to report, from her visit to Washington for her medical testing and visiting with the wounded, her time with Lt. Col. Maxwell, her coming home only to be able to fly back to Washington for a day with a group of WW11 veterans to see their monument.  She was able to see The Presidents Own Marine Corps Band and spend time with them and so many other things.  I will update SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4113876817579866368?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4113876817579866368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4113876817579866368&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4113876817579866368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4113876817579866368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-marines.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARINES'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SRkNO2gjXwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-9pmw_TO-Lg/s72-c/081106-F-1234B-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3689616974858734290</id><published>2008-09-20T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:36:36.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>www.anysoldier.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor's love for &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;www.anysoldier.com&lt;/a&gt; is well documented and well known.  This is where she gets her contacts to send to.  She dearly loves Marty who has put his heart and soul into this great effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anysoldier.com lives off of donations to keep going and to keep making sure that our deployed are taken care of.  If you have never looked at the website, we strongly urge you to do so.  Now, there is a GREAT insentative to do so and here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAFFLE FOR THE SUPPORT OF OUR SOLDIERS&lt;br /&gt;Now is your opportunity for a chance at owning a beautiful home for only $100.00!The Any Soldier® House Raffle!!&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Custom Colonial single-family home nestled on 7.989 acres in Prince Frederick, Maryland. Waterview of Patuxent River - Incredible Farm Property! Approx. 3500sq' on two levels with 1620sq' finished in bsmt, 5 br, 2.5 baths, Zoned Heat, upgraded fixtures, HWD, Italian Limestone, barnwood in LL, Recessed Lighting, Cherry Cabinets in Kit, H/W in Garage. 5 Stall Barn, 6 Paddocks, Hay Bin, Saw Dust Bin, Wash Rack, Electric and Water in every stall, large Run-In.&lt;br /&gt;Recently appraised for $835,000!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anysoldierhouseraffle.com/"&gt;HTTP://AnySoldierHouseRaffle.com&lt;/a&gt; Thanks, very much, for your support!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go check out the website and look at this unbelievable house that could be yours for only the price of $100!  If you don't win the house, check out the fantastic 2nd, 3rd and 4th places!  WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3689616974858734290?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3689616974858734290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3689616974858734290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3689616974858734290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3689616974858734290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/09/wwwanysoldiercom.html' title='www.anysoldier.com'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3063237149619715440</id><published>2008-09-20T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:24:37.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Explorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWUDx_VDhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xs8fPfy4rdw/s1600-h/100_1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248263733449657874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWUDx_VDhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xs8fPfy4rdw/s400/100_1750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWUEKFwU0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/tw3Ppju5on8/s1600-h/100_1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248263739919061826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWUEKFwU0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/tw3Ppju5on8/s400/100_1749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor has joined the St. Joseph County Sheriff Explorer Program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She gets to go to the Sheriff department and learn the ins and outs of law enforcement. One day, she learned how they do felony stops, she has shot the AR 15 and has worked in the jail one day. She is amazed! All the deputies have been outstanding to her and she really enjoys going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This week is our county fair and she had the choice, go to the fair and do kid things, or walk around with the police. I don't think what she chose to do will shock any of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And wouldn't you know it, she was riding in a cart and they had just picked up a big bundle of money and there was an 'altercation'. The Sgt. she was riding with, told her to 'guard the cart and the money' and off he went. So, there sat Taylor with a boat load of money, not knowing when the Sgt. was going to return to her. She later told me, she guarded that money with her life and it was a good thing no one came up, because she would have let them have it! Cracked me up, but she was dead serious! She had a great time and looks forward to going back to the jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There was also a booth set up for cards for veterans for Taylor to deliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3063237149619715440?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3063237149619715440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3063237149619715440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3063237149619715440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3063237149619715440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/09/explorer.html' title='Explorer'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWUDx_VDhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/xs8fPfy4rdw/s72-c/100_1750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3530080622862263544</id><published>2008-09-20T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:14:35.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering 9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRst36IrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iCAtqcVsECg/s1600-h/100_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261138184544946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRst36IrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iCAtqcVsECg/s400/100_1740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRs1vSkpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/A5fDKtR8FSo/s1600-h/100_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261140295881362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRs1vSkpI/AAAAAAAAAZg/A5fDKtR8FSo/s400/100_1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRtH_yJwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6UkmZ8mh_UM/s1600-h/100_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261145196898050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRtH_yJwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6UkmZ8mh_UM/s400/100_1744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRtp8TnVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/eqkeKEBaN5I/s1600-h/100_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261154309119314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRtp8TnVI/AAAAAAAAAZw/eqkeKEBaN5I/s400/100_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRt8PKsUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SW6ypcTV0c0/s1600-h/100_1745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261159220064578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRt8PKsUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/SW6ypcTV0c0/s400/100_1745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9-11 Who will ever forget? Who can ever forget? That is a day, just like Pearl Harbor, that should be with every person until they day the pass. As time goes on, it is so easy to go on about things and just seem to not give it much thought. We do not do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today, we were able to go to a service in honor of 9-11. It was such a beautiful day, eerily like that unimaginable day back in 2001. Seeing the firefighters out in their uniforms, with all their trucks, literally gave you goosebumps and tears in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had a fly over by WWll war birds and just about everyone fell silent in watching them come and then go right over us. This service was special to Taylor, as she had her good friend, Cpl. Cugliotta with her. This young man, went and signed up for service right after 9-11. He loved his country enough to know that we had been attacked and we would be going to war, he loved his country enough to stand up to protect her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He has done 2 tours, one of them being wounded. The scars inside, live with him every day. He is very proud of his service, he is very proud of his country. Taylor and he have become friends and they seem to help each other. They pull strength from one another and have that unspoken bond that Marines have. I get a smile in my heart every time I think of those two together. Taylor pushes him to do things, and in turn, he shows Taylor what strength is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our family remembers 9-11. We think of the people that are gone because of that day, and how life has changed because of it. We think every day of all the people that fight today. It is sad to say, we are stronger because of that day. But we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3530080622862263544?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3530080622862263544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3530080622862263544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3530080622862263544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3530080622862263544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering-9-11.html' title='Remembering 9-11'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWRst36IrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iCAtqcVsECg/s72-c/100_1740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2689743610118123849</id><published>2008-09-20T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:49:11.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marine Corps League</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWLoTG3G_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sAD9YDgcZiM/s1600-h/100_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248254465210260466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWLoTG3G_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sAD9YDgcZiM/s400/100_1727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The day that Taylor was made a Marine, almost 2 years ago, she was also sworn in as an honorary life time member of the Marine Corps League. 2 years, WOW, time sure does fly! To think, she was a PFC and now she is a proud Gunnery Sergeant, and just how much she has accomplished in that time. The deployed, wounded and veterans have all been touched in one way or the other by Taylor's deep love for her country and military. When I sit back and look over the last 2 years, I am actually brought to tears by what has all happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor still battles every day with her health, but she is a STRONG fighter now. The change in her has been completely miraculous. The determination she has for her causes simply astounds me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She has been trying to go to Marine Corps League meetings in the Kalamazoo area pretty regularly. These men that she sits in with, have all been so kind and wonderful to her. I still think that they are not really sure on how to be around her. I am hoping they are getting more comfortable around her. Most of them have not heard Taylor's real story and all the things she has done, they have sort of an outline, but I think if they all really knew just what she has been through and what she has done, some of them would treat her more like the Marine she is instead of the little girl they see with their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor doesn't brag up the things she has seen or done, she just sits back and listens to these men. Most of them are from the Vietnam generation back to WW11. They want to be so respectful around her and not talk how we know Marines talk! Taylor loves going there and being with these great men and I have to say, there are times that the meeting will be going and I will just look around myself at the faces, and I am taken aback by the amount of history that is with these men. I am so thankful that we have been welcomed into their 'house'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Today, we went out and did the Adopt a Highway trash pick up with them. I had my camera, but didn't take one picture. It is a tad bit scary being along side an interstate with semi trucks whizzing by you at 80 mph, so my thoughts were not on taking pictures. Let me tell you one thing though, that is HARD work. Taylor was cursing under her breath at all the litterbugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2689743610118123849?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2689743610118123849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2689743610118123849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2689743610118123849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2689743610118123849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/09/marine-corps-league.html' title='Marine Corps League'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SNWLoTG3G_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sAD9YDgcZiM/s72-c/100_1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-7873570523023210659</id><published>2008-08-09T17:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:04:00.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>B 17 Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aQEe6Z0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/enGjUVxSRLw/s1600-h/100_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648680434722626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aQEe6Z0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/enGjUVxSRLw/s400/100_1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aQmOF7dI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qXDpj-jTh6Q/s1600-h/100_1674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648689490980306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aQmOF7dI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qXDpj-jTh6Q/s400/100_1674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aRLxG96I/AAAAAAAAAY4/KhRty99WWIw/s1600-h/100_1676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648699569960866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aRLxG96I/AAAAAAAAAY4/KhRty99WWIw/s400/100_1676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aRqWdjMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nUzRpIaorB0/s1600-h/100_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648707779693762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aRqWdjMI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nUzRpIaorB0/s400/100_1690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aSDXyqzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/leCX3HHvT_U/s1600-h/100_1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232648714496158514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aSDXyqzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/leCX3HHvT_U/s400/100_1691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There have been a few occasions in Taylor's life where someone has decided they want to do something extraordinary for her and they will let me know and then it is up to ME to keep that surprise. It happened again and this one was very hard for me to contain my excitement on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor LOVES the mighty B 17 and P 51 Mustang, they are her all time favorite WW11 planes. The knowledge she holds on these is pretty amazing and she has had the great fortune of being able to be in a B 17 before, the Yankee Lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am sure all that read her blog and know of Taylor, know of her meeting with Capt. Larry Jenkins, B 17 pilot, at the Kalamazoo Air Zoo. If you scroll down, you will see the post about this most amazing meeting between Taylor and Larry. I was contacted not to long ago by the Air Zoo saying that they had found the post and would like to know if they could print the story out in their newsletter that goes out to all their members. Of course I said, after all, Capt. Jenkins story should be heard by everyone as well as what little Taylor Batten does. They printed the story and had a really nice sized picture of Larry and Taylor together in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A few days after it was printed, we got a phone call from Capt. Jenkins. He told me had something for Taylor, I asked what and he told me that it had been arranged for Taylor to go up in a B 17. I asked what he meant by go up, as I was assuming 'go up' in it and look around. Go up means just that, GO UP, as in fly!! I actually was speechless and as most of you that know me, that does not happen often at all. He told me the date and time and where, we hung up and I grabbed ahold of Tanner and just started jumping up and down screaming! I KNEW what this was going to mean to Taylor! Tanner just looked at me like I had finally lost that one final screw that was holding my brain together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Not only was there going to be a B 17 there, but a P 51 Mustang as well, again, I knew what this was going to mean to Taylor, her favorites were together and she had never seen a Mustang up close either. A B 24 and B 25 were with them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We decided to keep this whole thing a secret from Taylor, just letting her think she was going to go see the planes, we thought it fitting that Capt. Jenkins be the one to tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We got to the airport and there was Larry, sitting in his chair with the story of him and Taylor together, telling people about it. As soon as he saw Taylor, he just broke out into this wonderful smile. She almost ran to him and they hugged, she snuggled right into him. He kept his hand on her shoulder and said he had something for her, he reached in his pocket and pulled out the medal that is given for being a prisoner of war. He gave it to her. Do I need to tell you that the water works started then? She was in shock and so awed by it and so grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was a couple of hours before take off time, so they had plenty of time to go out and check out the planes and to just talk. As soon as she saw the Mustang, she started jumping up and down in excitement. It was off to our left and right in front of us was the B 24 and the B 17 beyond that. No B 25 as they had lost an engine and were doing work on it in Wisconsin. Taylor didn't know where to go first, she looked at both her beloved planes and they were in opposite directions. She followed Capt. Jenkins and they both looked up at the B 17 and then people started coming up to Larry. Taylor couldn't help it and she got up in the 17, called Nine O Nine. Again, that is why she thought she was there, to look at the planes. As soon as she got up, the Mustang started up and went out for a ride, so she got to hear it, feel the air as it went by, feel the rumble of it and then watch it take off. She just stood there clapping, she couldn't contain her excitement for this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She then went in and looked at the 24, called Witchcraft and spent time in there. She came back out, couldn't help it, got right back in the 17! When she was done, she came out and talked with Capt. Jenkins again. At one time, it was so sweet. They both had been out for a good hour, talking with people almost non stop and in the sun and she was a bit concerned for him. She came up behind his wheelchair and put her hand on his shoulder and asked how he was doing. He looked up at her and held on to her hand still on his shoulder and told her he was doing alright and he wanted to know how she was doing, she said 'if you are alright, then I am alright to'. They stood there holding hands, looking at each other and smiling. It just took me back to when they first met and for a moment, it was just those two together as if no one else was around. It happened again and I remember so clearly thanking the good Lord right there and then that I was able to witness this incredible moment and bond that was just meant for them at that very point in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Two hours had passed and it was getting close to take off time. During this time, the Mustang had come in a few times and taken right back off, but it flew right over her at a hard angle and it was so thrilling. Unfortunately, that was as close as she ever got to the Mustang that day. They pulled everyone off where the planes were except for those that needed to be there. I told Taylor we could stand there for just one more minute with Larry and then we would have to back up with everyone else so we could watch Nine O Nine fire up and take off. It was then that I saw the disappointment in her eyes, she could have stood out there all night long and wanted to do so! Larry rolled by her and went up and talked to the man that would be flying the 17 for a minute and then he came back to Taylor. He said so seriously, 'I just talked to the pilot and we wanted to know if you would like to go up in her'. Taylor didn't even catch on to what he was saying, she thought he meant the 'boy it sure would be nice huh' kind of way. He said it again and you could slowly start to see it sink in to her, but she was fighting it, she just didn't know what to think. Larry said to her that she was going up. Her jaw literally dropped down and I mean it when I saw it dropped! She looked at me as if she were needing me to clarify. I just started to laugh/cry and told her 'YES YES YES YOU ARE GOING UP'. Her tiny hands flew up around her head and she just kept yelling HOW over and over again. I have never seen her so shocked, ever. Then, I seen something else I hadn't seen her do out of excitement, she started crying! Then, her knees buckled and I had to go up to her, I am serious when I say she was on the verge of blacking out, she was that shocked and that excited. We finally got her to where I thought she was OK and then she just grabbed onto me and held me as tight as she ever has and jumped up and down screaming THANK YOU. I told her it wasn't me, I don't know who was making it possible for her to go flying in her beloved 17, but it wasn't me. She about rung poor Larry's neck when she gave him a hug to!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Want to know what even made it all the more special? Capt. Jenkins got to go up with her! Now she got to sit up front and poor Capt. was stuck in the back, but they were together and she knew he was there with her. During the flight, they popped a hatch and held her up so her chest and head were sticking out of the plane and she took pictures that way. She got to sit in the bombardiers seat for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When they landed, she got out and had her hand over her mouth, she was still that shocked. She didn't even know what to say! It is 2 days later now and she is still just now trying to comprehend all of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the way home, she did get a bit quiet, the excitement and shock of it all did a number on her, but it was WELL WORTH IT. She talked abit though about being so amazed, I asked about what. She said that sitting there as the plane was flying, she looked back and saw Capt. Jenkins sitting in the back. Then, she looked up front to where his place was and should be, in the pilots area. She said she was amazed because of how Larry's plane was hit and the injuries he sustained, on top of being blinded from the explosion, how he made it out of his seat to where he had to go to stay alive. She said in all earnest, 'mom, it is a miracle'. She is right, an absolute miracle. That got us both to talking, miracles to happen and they happen for a reason. There are many miracles around our family that have come to us because of Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lt. Col. Tim Maxwell, a miracle he is alive. A miracle that happened so that he could fight forth and make a difference for thousands of wounded. Cpl. Josh Hoffman, a miracle that he is alive. A miracle that happened so that others may see what he used to be to what he is today, and he still fights and everyone around him is so happy. Sgt. Major Kasal, a miracle he is alive. A miracle happened so that he could save the lives around him and inspire.  Capt. Larry Jenkins, WW11 B 17 pilot, a miracle he is alive.  A miracle that happened so that he may pass on history as it really happened and a miracle that happened so that he may share special moments as he and Taylor have.  GySgt Taylor Batten, a miracle she was even born because of her medical condition, less then 1% even survive birth. A miracle happened so that she could touch the lives of so many and make as much a difference as the many miracles before her.   Look around you, how many miracles do you have in your life.  Take the time to realize that they are just that, miracles and then do all you can to cherish them.   These are just a small example of what we have been surrounded by because of Taylor, there are hundreds more.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No one will tell us who gave this once in a life time gift to Taylor. I know they are reading this, so I want you to know that you gave her more then just a plane ride. You obviously know her story and you know how important things are to her. You know what matters and what doesn't. You know how giving her soul is even if her body and medical condition don't let her do the things she wants. You know how much she loves Capt. Jenkins and the B17 and you made this happen for her and Larry. Thank you. Your gift will last for a life time. I don't know if you were there to see her reaction to being told she was going, I hope you were. Ed Rossi, Ed Sackley and Roger Jenkins, I am glad you got to share this day with us, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can only post 5 pictures at a time, so I am going to be uploading more onto her photobucket site and I will email to those of you that I have your email addresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-7873570523023210659?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/7873570523023210659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=7873570523023210659&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7873570523023210659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/7873570523023210659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/08/b-17-surprise.html' title='B 17 Surprise'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJ4aQEe6Z0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/enGjUVxSRLw/s72-c/100_1657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2575231649162444112</id><published>2008-07-31T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:06:28.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded Warrior, American Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJJS1xdmkOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9fuEJCISMWE/s1600-h/100_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229333201094611170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJJS1xdmkOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9fuEJCISMWE/s400/100_1652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJJS2RSs0EI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lGF3MIGDSTI/s1600-h/100_1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229333209638817858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJJS2RSs0EI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lGF3MIGDSTI/s400/100_1653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJJS20Ec-2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/qlfYKSuc9Do/s1600-h/100_1655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229333218974301026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJJS20Ec-2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/qlfYKSuc9Do/s400/100_1655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday, once again, Taylor was given a gift. One that can't be found in any store or bought on line for any amount of money. She got to visit a wounded warrior, Joshua Hoffman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have sat and tried to think of ways to describe the visit so that it does justice to Joshua and what he has been through. There is no way to do that, other then to speak from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We didn't know what to expect, or how he would react to having a 'kid' there to visit him. We walked into the apartment and Josh was in the middle of the room with his special chair. Taylor came around to his side, he moved his eyes to focus in on her. I introduced myself first and he nodded, but moved his eyes back to Taylor. She got closer to his side and let out 'Nice to meet you Marine, my name is GySgt Taylor Batten, but that would be &lt;em&gt;GUNNY &lt;/em&gt;to you son' Josh's whole face lit up!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was an incredible visit, because Josh can't speak, but yet, he speaks volumes. He was funny, animated, truthful and a smart ass! He does this through his eyes, face, head movements and his spirit and soul! We were there for 3 hours, but it didn't feel like it, time really flew by and I know that Taylor could have sat along side him all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He got a kick out of her and her famous 'suck it up cupcake' line to the Sgt. she made drop and give her 20 and to sound off like he had a pair. He REALLY liked that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was able to tell Josh about Taylor and her health and the things she can't do because of it. I told him of the things she has done though BECAUSE of it. There was one profound moment between the 2 of them when talking about not being able to do things that you want....she told him it flat out sucked and he looked right at her and agreed with his whole being. I have a picture of the two together and it is one of my all time favorites. It is my favorite because here are two people with bodies that will not allow them to do what they want, what they desire. Yet, these two with damaged bodies, have the spirit that will NOT allow those bodies to make them anything less then what they are, warriors. Inspiration is all I kept thinking in watching them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You bet he wishes he wasn't in the condition he is in, just the same goes with Taylor. But, they both are taking what they have and they are making it work. They are making themselves be true, hard core, inspirations for all to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They both have to work harder then the average person to do what everyone else takes for granted. They both face not what they thought their lives would be. They both struggle when it is hard to understand why those struggles were given to them. Yet, they both smiled, they both joked, they both love and they both are alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Josh has an amazing fiance, Heather. I was awestruck by her love for him. When we walked into that apartment, it was clear the minute we saw her speak to him and take care of him. She loved Josh how he was before and she loves him how he is now. So many people could learn so much from her and him being together. They are what love is about. I am so fortunate that Taylor and I got to spend a day with them and we plan on making a pest of ourselves and becoming a permanent fixture in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I forgot to ask permission to post about how Josh was wounded and his story, if it is alright, I will post here for you all to know just how amazing his story is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to apologize to Josh right now, one of his pictures, his eyes are closed. I actually took the picture a couple of different times and each time, his eyes just didn't want to agree with the camera. I love the picture though because it captures one of his expressions and believe me when I say this, meeting him and seeing his expressions, left a life time IMPRESSION on Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2575231649162444112?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2575231649162444112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2575231649162444112&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2575231649162444112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2575231649162444112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/07/wounded-warrior-american-hero.html' title='Wounded Warrior, American Hero'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SJJS1xdmkOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9fuEJCISMWE/s72-c/100_1652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1745863584308249068</id><published>2008-07-26T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T22:43:02.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunny's Veterans Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgLbr7BII/AAAAAAAAAXo/outnSRif-gM/s1600-h/100_1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518279508755586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgLbr7BII/AAAAAAAAAXo/outnSRif-gM/s400/100_1586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgL2nwWnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/q2itVk-XeNs/s1600-h/100_1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518286739036786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgL2nwWnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/q2itVk-XeNs/s400/100_1580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgMGODLWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oZRM-Fuwk5Q/s1600-h/100_1584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518290926185826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgMGODLWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/oZRM-Fuwk5Q/s400/100_1584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgMnz2YEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cI6Cl8HzXio/s1600-h/100_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518299943100482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgMnz2YEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cI6Cl8HzXio/s400/100_1588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgNIZ_drI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lEy0heeEfj4/s1600-h/100_1578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227518308693014194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgNIZ_drI/AAAAAAAAAYI/lEy0heeEfj4/s400/100_1578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;July 12th has come and gone. There was much work to be done in such a little time, often when planning an event, you have a long time to plan, we had only a few months to put together 'Gunny's Veterans Day'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There was such an outpouring of generosity from donors as far as door prizes and raffles and food to helping out with funding. We are so very grateful for each and every donor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The weather was not our friend that day, as there were severe storms predicted, starting at the time the ride was to begin all the way to when the 'party' was to start. We watched the radar and there was a nasty line coming our way. We had many phone calls come in to us from friends that were supposed to come from afar and they were not going to come because of how bad the weather looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Despite that, we had many people show up and brave what was to come. The riders took off and the wind picked up and it started to drizzle. The band decided to not set up outside just knowing they would be facing certain death if they stayed out. We moved some tables around getting ready for the horrible stuff coming. Guess what? NOTHING CAME!!!!! Every place around us got down pours, but where it was predicted for, it didn't happen. So, we were so happy for that, but so disappointed as well because it stopped many from coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We had great food and the band was WONDERFUL even if many people didn't get to hear them. Many people left with not one prize, but multiple prizes. Most of all, everyone was so generous with giving their money to Taylor to help out her beloved veterans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We plan on doing this again next year with hopes of it being bigger and better and beautiful weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HELPED, WHO CAME AND WHO GAVE! YOU ALL DID A WONDERFUL THING BY HELPING TAYLOR HELP THE VETERANS. I WANT YOU ALL TO REMEMBER THAT BY HELPING TAYLOR DO THIS, YOU HELP HER GET STRONGER AND BRAVER IN FIGHTING HER HEALTH. YOU ALL HELP HER CAUSES AND IT GIVES HER DETERMINATION TO GO ON. WITHOUT YOU, SHE COULDN'T DO THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1745863584308249068?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1745863584308249068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1745863584308249068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1745863584308249068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1745863584308249068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/07/gunnys-veterans-ride.html' title='Gunny&apos;s Veterans Ride'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SIvgLbr7BII/AAAAAAAAAXo/outnSRif-gM/s72-c/100_1586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-178183672596884028</id><published>2008-07-07T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T01:02:49.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjOjLlGyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uAOpVVPe4rU/s1600-h/100_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132913456421666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjOjLlGyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uAOpVVPe4rU/s400/100_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjPaJ42GI/AAAAAAAAAXI/25_FyizLHnA/s1600-h/100_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132928213276770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjPaJ42GI/AAAAAAAAAXI/25_FyizLHnA/s400/100_1563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjPhdcjjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7-GcW8rJ-Tg/s1600-h/100_1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132930174357042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjPhdcjjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7-GcW8rJ-Tg/s400/100_1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjP5LeujI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lCXaG83zpaw/s1600-h/100_1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132936541452850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjP5LeujI/AAAAAAAAAXY/lCXaG83zpaw/s400/100_1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjQZybrgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G7qSCSSOBzQ/s1600-h/100_1571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220132945294765570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjQZybrgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G7qSCSSOBzQ/s400/100_1571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Another 4th of July has come and gone. For many people, it is a long weekend, a sale, a party. To us, it is a time to be thankful for our nation we call home, and a time to celebrate those that made it possible for us to do just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor was invited to ride with the veterans in the Schoolcraft parade. This parade is a parade like no others, they do it in grand style (I however HATE to see it turn into a political hey day to get a vote) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This parade has always had a great showing of veterans, but this year, we were shocked when we actually saw how many were there. There were 5 big hay wagons of veterans! All these men proud to show they served and sadly, for those that we have lost. Taylor sat proud amongst these men. Some knew of her and the others that didn't were just very curious about her. I did have one man break down and sob over her and even as I type this, it still breaks me down over his reaction to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish the pictures had turned out a bit better. We were so incredibly proud to see Taylor take her place with these men and for them to open their arms and hearts to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-178183672596884028?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/178183672596884028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=178183672596884028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/178183672596884028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/178183672596884028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGjOjLlGyI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uAOpVVPe4rU/s72-c/100_1564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3826095242303977109</id><published>2008-07-07T00:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:43:32.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iwo Jima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGez30mzjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8YqaFWlSWQs/s1600-h/100_1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220128057094229554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGez30mzjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8YqaFWlSWQs/s400/100_1562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On 4th of July, Taylor was invited to ride on a float with veterans. She was very excited about this and was very honored. It was at this parade last year, she met her friend, Floyd Holes. He fought on Iwo Jima and he was with Joe Rosenthal when the famous picture was taken. Floyd was a communicator with the 28th Marines 5th Division. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor was able to meet with Floyd on several occasions and just sit and talk with him. He was a bit hard of hearing, but sharp as a whip and a memory that was amazing. He had written a book about his time and he gave Taylor a copy of it and signed it for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went to a military appreciation dinner and Floyd and his wife Millie were guest of ours. There is a post about Floyd further down on Taylor's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why am I writing about this again? Because Taylor was so incredibly excited to ride on the float and to be with Floyd again. When we saw Floyd, we could tell right away how much he had aged since we last saw him in the fall. He was now using a walker and he looked much older. Taylor almost trembled with excitement as he got closer. He got to where she was and she just threw her arms around him, so happy. Sadly, Floyd did not remember his 'little Marine gal' as he so affectionately had called her on their many visits together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It took some work to get Floyd up on the float, but once they did, Taylor climbed right up to be with him. She told him who she was and he just didn't remember. He told her the a few of the stories he had already told her, but she sat there and listened to him as if she had never heard them before. I could tell she was sad, but she smiled at him and listened intently. While Floyd may not remember her or many things from recent history, when he spoke of his time on Iwo Jima, he was very clear on what he had to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I post about Floyd and Taylor's heart break so that any of you reading this realize, this great generation of WW11 veterans are leaving us fast. Do not wait, do not hesitate to visit with a veteran. Do not wait or hesitate to find out their story. Even if you know them, and they act as if they don't know you and tell their story to you again, listen with your heart. There will be a time, in the very near future you won't be able to hear that story first hand. There will be a time in the very near future you won't be able to look into the eyes and a real hero as you shake their hand and thank them for what they did for this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3826095242303977109?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3826095242303977109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3826095242303977109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3826095242303977109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3826095242303977109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/07/iwo-jima.html' title='Iwo Jima'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGez30mzjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8YqaFWlSWQs/s72-c/100_1562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3045657294914305958</id><published>2008-07-07T00:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:27:11.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYSOLDIER.COM fundraiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaWwofCQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YDa2phol5xc/s1600-h/100_1497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220123158901623042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaWwofCQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YDa2phol5xc/s400/100_1497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaXcK7YTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JL_yBn71smY/s1600-h/100_1499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220123170588811570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaXcK7YTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JL_yBn71smY/s400/100_1499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaXlpmmaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VT1rCm7mTGo/s1600-h/100_1507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220123173133392290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaXlpmmaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VT1rCm7mTGo/s400/100_1507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaX70-y9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/UusGGxvWw90/s1600-h/100_1510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220123179086695378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaX70-y9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/UusGGxvWw90/s400/100_1510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaYUZRMzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gWeFOnX_2TY/s1600-h/100_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220123185681347378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaYUZRMzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gWeFOnX_2TY/s400/100_1508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We went once again to Missouri to be a part of the anysoldier.com fund raiser. Great time, GREAT CAUSE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last year, Major B and Taco (Lt. Col. Bell) were there and this year they were not, for they have both volunteered to go back to Iraq and Afghanistan and they are serving our country, so we dearly missed them. Sue, we missed you as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The weather was great, no rain gods mad this year like last! It was a bit on the warm side, but no rain so that was a trade off. Della did a wonderful job as usual in getting things organized. However, the morning of the ride, there was a funeral for a fallen Marine and many people couldn't make the ride due to being at the funeral to give this hero his proper send off. We still had an outstanding showing of people there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last year, we went through some beautiful mountain scenery and it just went on and on and on. This year, the route was different and part of it was even closed off because of the flooding going on. We actually got to see some of it. In the one picture we have on here, you see water up to the road. That is not supposed to be there. The river was about 8 miles away and that is how far in it was in that spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The roads were scary, and we followed in the anysoldier.com van, driven by Marty's son, Jesse. He was an excellent driver, I can say that for certainty. On the roads we were on, once it was white line, there was no more road, no dirt, no nothing but drop off's and he did an outstanding job in making sure the Batten family made is back safely! Thanks Jesse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor had a great time being there. &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; is something she believes in with her whole heart and it is one of the many organizations she is very proud to be a part of. Thank you Marty for all the hard work you do to make sure our deployed are taken care of, and thank you for making sure that my Gunny is taken care of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3045657294914305958?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3045657294914305958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3045657294914305958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3045657294914305958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3045657294914305958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/07/anysoldiercom-fundraiser.html' title='ANYSOLDIER.COM fundraiser'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SHGaWwofCQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YDa2phol5xc/s72-c/100_1497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1020401416052004816</id><published>2008-06-17T16:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:41:38.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to support the troops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFghK1P9pUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Zx00GPmIJek/s1600-h/100_1487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212953038657791298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFghK1P9pUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Zx00GPmIJek/s400/100_1487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFghLWzcazI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BRbDwAD6kM0/s1600-h/100_1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212953047664978738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFghLWzcazI/AAAAAAAAAWI/BRbDwAD6kM0/s400/100_1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After the parade on Friday night, we set up a booth all day Saturday, giving our literature on how to support the troops. Taylor was there all day long, shaking hands of the veterans that came to her booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She talked of Hope For the Warriors, anysoldier.com, The Patriot Guard Riders, Dog Tags for Kids. A few booths down from us was a pretty incredible woman. She came over to talk to us and she was wearing a Home For the Troops running shirt. Come to find out, she runs marathons in hopes of raising money for our disabled troops. Right up our alley! Right now, she is focusing on LCpl. Josh Hoffman from our great state of Michigan. If you would be interested, please check her personal page out &lt;a href="http://www.homesforourtroops.org/site/TR?px=1120641&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1070"&gt;http://www.homesforourtroops.org/site/TR?px=1120641&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1070&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We are hoping that Taylor was able to raise some interest on how to be supportive and places you can do to do that. She also was able to give out several of her flyers for the upcoming Gunny's Veterans Ride, scroll down a few entries and you will see what that is about if you don't already know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1020401416052004816?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1020401416052004816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1020401416052004816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1020401416052004816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1020401416052004816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/06/ways-to-support-troops.html' title='Ways to support the troops'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFghK1P9pUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Zx00GPmIJek/s72-c/100_1487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4927409485864359087</id><published>2008-06-17T16:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:30:28.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeN4M06KI/AAAAAAAAAVY/50deQm50GYQ/s1600-h/Army.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212949792454666402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeN4M06KI/AAAAAAAAAVY/50deQm50GYQ/s400/Army.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeOchWzzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8ng6x03zCZk/s1600-h/100_1482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212949802204450610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeOchWzzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/8ng6x03zCZk/s400/100_1482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgePdk63gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WattoAvG5Zc/s1600-h/100_1483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212949819667701250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgePdk63gI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WattoAvG5Zc/s400/100_1483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeQA5khZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QW3V09KeFUI/s1600-h/100_1486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212949829149558162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeQA5khZI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QW3V09KeFUI/s400/100_1486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeRfx55II/AAAAAAAAAV4/2CyDSvmXio8/s1600-h/100_1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212949854618772610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeRfx55II/AAAAAAAAAV4/2CyDSvmXio8/s400/100_1484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Taylor was in a parade this past Friday night, 6-13-08, for the Water Fest. She invited her neighbor, Jack Palmer, a B 17 top turret gunner to ride with her, he said YES. She also invited a Korean army veteran, Merlin Huff to ride with her, he said YES. The whole idea of being in the parade was to bring awareness to supporting the troops and our veterans, and that is what the signs said on the truck, along with the American flag and POW flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SFC. Noble, US Army, rode in the back with Taylor. He is one of the recruiters that helped Taylor when she had her Military Appreciation Night. While Taylor may kid him (you know how Marines are!) she really likes him. He has been wonderful to her and has offered up all his help for Taylor's Gunny's Veterans Ride. In fact, the whole recruiting office of the Army has been extremely supportive and have offered up their help and other things for Taylor. We are so incredibly appreciative of these guys, especially SFC. Noble. He rode with Taylor, he smiled and waved to the crowd as they stood and clapped for him, for Taylor and for our 2 wonderful veterans we had with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tanner and Kevin walked in front of us, holding the banner that the Daughters of the American Revolution had made up for Taylor for her outstanding patriotism. I was driving the truck and I will freely admit that there were several times I was brought to tears. When you stand on the side lines of a parade and you see the veterans come, you hear only your section clap. Driving down the road, except for a few small areas, everyone clapped. And I finally got to see first hand how many people do indeed do the right thing. We will keep working on the ones that don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One incredible moment happened, gives me goose bumps........We got about half way through the parade and a lady came right up to the truck and talked to our neighbor Jack. She had a very heavy accent and she asked him if he had been over the Netherlands. I stopped the truck for her to talk to him and I am so glad I did. Her husband was liberated by the Americans. She was so grateful, to hear her voice and the passion in which she spoke, it was like nothing I have ever heard. I HATED to have to get going again but the parade was now backed up because of us and I had to go. It was an amazing moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once the parade was over, Taylor jumped down and asked me if I heard all the people clapping and all the people yelling THANK YOU, I told her I did and it was one of our neater moments I have to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4927409485864359087?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4927409485864359087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4927409485864359087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4927409485864359087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4927409485864359087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/06/parade.html' title='Parade'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFgeN4M06KI/AAAAAAAAAVY/50deQm50GYQ/s72-c/Army.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5678058812990081412</id><published>2008-06-16T23:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:43:10.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcyv11tplI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6lmrTVkhb24/s1600-h/100_1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690891192247890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcyv11tplI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6lmrTVkhb24/s400/100_1463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcywd0zTcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fOovUNue7fU/s1600-h/100_1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690901925842370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcywd0zTcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fOovUNue7fU/s400/100_1466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcywkxUn0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/SspBF1nRgu4/s1600-h/100_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690903790296898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcywkxUn0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/SspBF1nRgu4/s400/100_1462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcyxOQOB_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/THE9IKEVbgo/s1600-h/100_1469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690914925742066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcyxOQOB_I/AAAAAAAAAVI/THE9IKEVbgo/s400/100_1469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcyxvYev7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VNedzMX2TaI/s1600-h/100_1471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212690923818762162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcyxvYev7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VNedzMX2TaI/s400/100_1471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Many people view Memorial Day as another day to catch up on things, or to get a good deal on all the sales that are going on. Taylor asked why on earth there would be Memorial Day sales. I do not have an answer for her on that, for that is something I don't understand myself. We did not catch up on things, nor did we do any shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;For Memorial Day, we went and watched Taylor march in a parade to honor those that have fought for this country. Taylor stood once again amid many great men, and had the distinctive honor of standing and marching next to a Pearl Harbor survivor. As the crowd stood and clapped as these men walked by, along with one small girl with the biggest heart, I was brought to tears many times. She stood tall and gave the proper salute and showed just what respect and honor is. Taylor was even allowed the job of lowering the flag down and up again. Good job Taylor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5678058812990081412?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5678058812990081412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5678058812990081412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5678058812990081412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5678058812990081412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorial-day-parade.html' title='Memorial Day Parade'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SFcyv11tplI/AAAAAAAAAUw/6lmrTVkhb24/s72-c/100_1463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6572245128188641441</id><published>2008-05-24T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:56:14.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GUNNY'S VETERANS RIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SDh_WSjlUSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D9t-wjYP_j0/s1600-h/flyer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204049390341542178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SDh_WSjlUSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D9t-wjYP_j0/s400/flyer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ride is set for July 12 at the American Legion Post #170, 59990 S. Main St, Three Rivers, MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALL PROCEEDS GO TO VETERANS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Come by motorcycle, car, truck, van, horse, it doesn't matter!  Rain or shine, we will be there to show our veterans we care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Local band will be playing, food, raffle, door prizes and a few other great ideas in the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Please help Taylor show our veterans we care! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6572245128188641441?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6572245128188641441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6572245128188641441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6572245128188641441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6572245128188641441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/05/gunnys-veterans-ride.html' title='GUNNY&apos;S VETERANS RIDE'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SDh_WSjlUSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D9t-wjYP_j0/s72-c/flyer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6317918638996809563</id><published>2008-05-17T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:44:02.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming, Gunny's Veterans Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mark your calendar for July 12 for Gunny's 1st Annual Veterans Ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A man by the name of Danny Lucas, who has been VERY good to Taylor, called up one day and said that he and a few others (Norm) were impressed by Taylor and her drive to help out our troops and veterans, so they were putting together a motorcycle/car ride in Taylor's name with 100% of the proceeds going to local veterans! You can only imagine Taylor's pure joy and delight in this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;We will be going on a route that is approximately 70 miles and they will be stopping at several American Legion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VFW's&lt;/span&gt;. Afterwards, there will be food and some great door prizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Once we have more details, will post on here along with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6317918638996809563?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6317918638996809563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6317918638996809563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6317918638996809563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6317918638996809563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/05/upcoming-gunnys-veterans-ride.html' title='Upcoming, Gunny&apos;s Veterans Ride'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2809634850046331733</id><published>2008-04-29T18:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:49:50.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver North</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SBeiDa4fcKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Yg7FkG7VkrE/s1600-h/100_1455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194798874834727074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SBeiDa4fcKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Yg7FkG7VkrE/s400/100_1455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yes, that is Taylor standing with Col. Oliver North's arm around her! This past Saturday, a real gift was given to Taylor and I. We got to have dinner with Oliver! It was a fund raiser for the Fallen and Wounded Soldier Fund, 2 tickets were given to us to attend and it was a fantastic evening. Taylor however was not happy with her attire, seeings that we were going to be around some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; rich people and this was a fancy event, she had to 'dress up'. She tried a dress on and that was amazing for her, but once it was on, it came right back off. 'Can't I wear my boots?' she asked me (meaning her combat boots!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We were given access to the VIP lounge and wouldn't you know it, as soon as Oliver came out, he was right at our table and he and Taylor talked for a minute. He called her sweetheart. Taylor put her hands right on her hips and told him directly that she was no sweetheart, she was a Gunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;As things were winding down in the VIP lounge and it was getting close to dinner time, Taylor was able to go up and talk with Oliver again. This time, she was able to talk to him about her passion, helping the deployed, our veterans and our wounded warriors. He told her he was so proud of her and her work and boy, did Taylor ever smile. She told him she has to go back to Washington in the fall for her own medical testing and that she would like for him to be with her when she goes and visits the wounded again. We will cross our fingers that this may happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have to tell you, even before he got done speaking his sentence about how the media treats our troops, Taylor was clapping her little hands as hard as she could, yelling OOH RAH and AMEN. He hit it on the head in speaking of how piss poor our media has treated our deployed troops. In fact, he got very passionate about his disdain and it was great to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He gave a check for $1,000 to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FWSF&lt;/span&gt; only under the condition that at least 10 other people did the same. Within a minute, he had over $42,000. How outstanding is that? By the end of the evening, over $250,000 was given!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We also got to meet a young man by the name of Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LaMarche&lt;/span&gt;, 82&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Airborne, 73rd Cavalry 1st Squadron. In June of 2007, he was shot in the neck in Baghdad. He was paralyzed from the chest down and told he would never walk again. Saturday night, we watched him walk up on the stage with the help of a cane. A real miracle. He was as humble as all the other wounded warriors that Taylor and I have had the honor of meeting, he was just doing his job he said. He thanked Taylor for her work and she thanked him, he just smiled this sweet smile to her and she gave it back. It was a moment between the two that only they knew what was what. Sadly, I did not get a picture of her and him together, but I know that my little Gunny will always remember him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I am so fortunate in that I am able to sit back and watch Taylor enjoy herself doing what she loves. I love being able to sit and listen to her talk to people about her cause. We were sitting next to one gentleman whose name I never got, but he and Taylor talked for awhile. As he left, he gave Taylor $40.00 to help with a care package. How nice of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;She was able to sit and tell people of the Wounded Warrior Barracks and Hope For the Warriors. When she was asked how she found people to send to, by did she ever rattle on about Marty and his site, &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; It was kind of funny to watch some of these very well to do people stand back and not say a word and Taylor filled them in. There are a few times when she is approached, she is almost sort of timid, but not when it comes to what she believes in, she has no trouble finding the words. There are many people that do not believe in this war. Taylor said it perfectly when one told her this, 'it doesn't matter if you believe in it or not, our guys NEED our help and that is what is important'. The mom pride came out full blast on that!!! Why can't more people see it that way my child does? Plain and simple, help the guys out no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2809634850046331733?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2809634850046331733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2809634850046331733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2809634850046331733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2809634850046331733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/04/oliver-north.html' title='Oliver North'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SBeiDa4fcKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Yg7FkG7VkrE/s72-c/100_1455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8681090870495300846</id><published>2008-04-22T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:50:59.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT CAN I DO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6ZS64fcJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zJtyptNtzX8/s1600-h/100_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192255970727653522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6ZS64fcJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zJtyptNtzX8/s400/100_1442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is just a reminder to one of Taylor's favorite conversations. One time she was asked 'what can I do to help?' It amazed her that she was asked this, for she knows how to be patriotic and she knows how to be a supporter. It wasn't always like this though, there was a time that WE asked 'what can I do to help?' Taylor loves to educate those that ask, and even those that don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Go visit a veteran, or when you see a veteran you make it a point to go up and say THANK YOU. Send cards (see post below). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You can help the wounded, this is something Taylor feels very strongly about. One of her favorites, &lt;a href="http://www.hopeforthewarriors.org/"&gt;http://www.hopeforthewarriors.org/&lt;/a&gt; is an excellent place to donate to. She was able to see first hand the work they do when she was at Camp Lejeune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; (which leads to &lt;a href="http://www.anymarine.com/"&gt;http://www.anymarine.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.anyairman.com/"&gt;http://www.anyairman.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.anysailor.com/"&gt;http://www.anysailor.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.anycoastguardsman.com/"&gt;http://www.anycoastguardsman.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) Find a contact to send to. You know, sad as it is to say, our government doesn't supply 100% of what our troops need over seas. You might be very surprised at just how slim it is for them at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Our beautiful and strong daughter has stepped up to do her part and then some, she invites everyone to help her out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8681090870495300846?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8681090870495300846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8681090870495300846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8681090870495300846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8681090870495300846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-can-i-do.html' title='WHAT CAN I DO?'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6ZS64fcJI/AAAAAAAAAUY/zJtyptNtzX8/s72-c/100_1442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-9162514310223066699</id><published>2008-04-22T20:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:48:39.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards for veterans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6VZK4fcII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ToX591nJmIQ/s1600-h/100_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192251680055324802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6VZK4fcII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ToX591nJmIQ/s400/100_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor is still collecting her cards to deliver to veterans in the nursing homes. To date, she has over 900! She is so excited about this project, as she feels veterans do not get the proper recognition they deserve. She took this project on so that some veterans will know they are loved and not forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(blogspot isn't allowing pictures right now, once I can I will post a picture with her and the cards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Remember, if you want to help out on this, you can send cards to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;VETERAN IN CARE OF TAYLOR BATTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;PO BOX 350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;MENDON MI 49072&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-9162514310223066699?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/9162514310223066699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=9162514310223066699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/9162514310223066699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/9162514310223066699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/04/cards-for-veterans.html' title='Cards for veterans'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6VZK4fcII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ToX591nJmIQ/s72-c/100_1450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8476489364601926952</id><published>2008-04-22T19:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:45:47.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughters of the American Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6Umq4fcFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZz0Amjc0KY/s1600-h/100_1436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192250812471930962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6Umq4fcFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZz0Amjc0KY/s400/100_1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6UnK4fcGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/voG8dmecV-8/s1600-h/100_1437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192250821061865570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6UnK4fcGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/voG8dmecV-8/s400/100_1437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6Una4fcHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Rp9OkTs3Nhc/s1600-h/100_1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192250825356832882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6Una4fcHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Rp9OkTs3Nhc/s400/100_1446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taylor has received another award from the Daughters of the American Revolution. She has won the national award of Mary Desha Founders Youth Award!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We got to go to Lansing and have a wonderful dinner, and watched many other young adults get their awards as well. I tell you, it is so uplifting to sit in a room and listen to what these kids have done. Gives you great hope for the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taylor's medal had not gotten to the State Regent in time for the presentation, but she was the first one called up to the podium and the State Regent talked of all that Taylor has done for the troops, deployed, wounded and veterans. This last week, we were invited to another luncheon where Taylor got her medal. While there, we were able to hear a presentation on the WW11 Navajo code talkers, very interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8476489364601926952?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8476489364601926952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8476489364601926952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8476489364601926952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8476489364601926952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/04/daughters-of-american-revolution.html' title='Daughters of the American Revolution'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/SA6Umq4fcFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tZz0Amjc0KY/s72-c/100_1436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-219402033839510873</id><published>2008-04-03T23:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:25:06.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R_Wd6BIG9ZI/AAAAAAAAATU/tp1ix3M7dNo/s1600-h/VFW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185224166047413650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R_Wd6BIG9ZI/AAAAAAAAATU/tp1ix3M7dNo/s400/VFW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor had gotten an invitation in the mail to join the celebration of the American Legion's birthday. When we got there, a lady came up and asked if she was Taylor and Taylor told the lady it was her. The lady then came over and put a flower on her. HHMM, why? She then told us that we had reserved seating, again, HHMM why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The night went on with a great dinner and the naming of the past commanders that have died, then the names of the past commanders still living. Officers were thanked and many other things were talked about. Then, the commander started to talk about someone who had a heart bigger then the whole room. He got a bit emotional, composed himself and then started talking again. He started listing off things that sounded really familiar, and sure enough, he was talking about Taylor and all she has done for the troops and the veterans. We had NO clue this was going to happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor was called up and given a very nice certificate and a heartfelt thank you on behalf of the Veterans of the United States of America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was a great night and Taylor sure did have a big ole smile the rest of the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor is still collecting cards for the veterans.  I don't have a real count at this time, but I can tell you it is over 600 cards she has gotten so far!  If you haven't done so, please consider helping her out or send the information on to others!  All cards will be delivered to homebound veterans and to local nursing homes as well as the VA nursing homes.  Taylor is so excited about the amount of cards she has gotten so far and hopes to get many more and this way, the veterans she delivers to will be able to get more then one card each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-219402033839510873?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/219402033839510873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=219402033839510873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/219402033839510873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/219402033839510873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/04/veterans.html' title='Veterans'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R_Wd6BIG9ZI/AAAAAAAAATU/tp1ix3M7dNo/s72-c/VFW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2789432730713692196</id><published>2008-03-30T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:00:51.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of Sgt. Matt Maupin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R_BT0hIG9YI/AAAAAAAAATM/_DnpL7mvnXw/s1600-h/memorial+candle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183735332814124418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R_BT0hIG9YI/AAAAAAAAATM/_DnpL7mvnXw/s400/memorial+candle+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marked a sad day for Sgt. Matt Maupin's family. Their hopes of finding Matt, who was ambushed in 2004 west of Baghdad and has been missing ever since, were put to rest today. The remains of Matt have been identified through DNA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=4553871"&gt;http://www.abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=4553871&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all can hold the family close and wait, so that we all may welcome Matt home and that he will now be able to rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2789432730713692196?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2789432730713692196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2789432730713692196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2789432730713692196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2789432730713692196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-honor-of-sgt-matt-maupin.html' title='In honor of Sgt. Matt Maupin'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R_BT0hIG9YI/AAAAAAAAATM/_DnpL7mvnXw/s72-c/memorial+candle+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4869526971737793770</id><published>2008-03-21T11:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:58:14.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready To End The Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This video was sent to Taylor and she loves it.  Cpl. David Thibodeaux pretty much puts it on the line and says how he feels and it is how Taylor feels to!  (the video was made in response to the Dixie Chicks and their lack of patriotism and supporting the troops)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor felt this young man deserves a huge OOH RAH and great recognition for saying how it should be.  So, Taylor asked me to put it on her blog for everyone to see and for everyone to remember, there are indeed MANY troops who wish to stay the course........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=11fHIINaZDQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=11fHIINaZDQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4869526971737793770?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4869526971737793770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4869526971737793770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4869526971737793770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4869526971737793770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-ready-to-end-fight.html' title='Not Ready To End The Fight'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1464946324907805996</id><published>2008-03-08T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:30:17.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK A VETERAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R9Mvhd1o-iI/AAAAAAAAATE/30U-TZRelqg/s1600-h/honorvet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175532648770632226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R9Mvhd1o-iI/AAAAAAAAATE/30U-TZRelqg/s400/honorvet1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor has a new mission and she needs YOUR help and anyone else you can think of. Here is a copy of the email she sent out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone, this is Taylor Batten. How are you doing? I am ok, a bit sick but nothing I can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help please. I am trying to get emails and cards for veterans and when I get them all, I am going to take them to local nursing homes and then the VA nursing homes and deliver them to our veterans. It doesn't have to be a holiday or Veteran's Day to say thank you to a veteran does it? I don't think so and I want our veterans to know they are appreciated. Especially our older veterans in the homes, they might not get many visitors and might not feel like they are loved. Can you help me? You can send an email back to me marked VETERAN and then we will print it out. I will cross out your email address if you want to. Or you can send a card marked VETERAN in care of Taylor Batten and I will not open the card but take it to the homes and let the veterans open them. Also if you can, pass this around to anyone you know that you might think will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email address is &lt;a href="mailto:cab24@verizon.net"&gt;cab24@verizon.net&lt;/a&gt; and the address to send cards to is:&lt;br /&gt;VETERAN in care of Taylor Batten&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 350&lt;br /&gt;Mendon, MI 49072&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be collecting for a couple of weeks to make sure I get them all. Thank you very much if you can help me! And remember, pass this on to other people if you think they can help. It is our duty to make sure our veterans know they are appreciated and this is one way I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GySgt. Taylor Batten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, as you can see, this IS a worthwhile project. One that she holds close to her heart and one that is so very important. In contacting some of the nursing homes, we were told that some of the veterans don't get any visitors and it totally appalled Taylor. She has enlisted the help of her entire school system and is setting her sights on other schools as well. PLEASE HELP TAYLOR THANK OUR AMERICAN HEROES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1464946324907805996?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1464946324907805996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1464946324907805996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1464946324907805996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1464946324907805996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-veteran.html' title='THANK A VETERAN!'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R9Mvhd1o-iI/AAAAAAAAATE/30U-TZRelqg/s72-c/honorvet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6518305599657334165</id><published>2008-02-29T00:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:13:37.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This was sent to us tonight and we have to say, all it will take is a few minutes to send an email, or a card to these guys.  That is the amount of time it takes you to read an email joke and then forward it on.  HELP THESE GUYS.  Because this is Taylor's blog, I will not say how disgusted I feel over the betrayal these guys must feel over the article that was written on them in the New York Times.  I can tell you how heartbroken Taylor was to read it and the look on her face said it all........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackfive.net/"&gt;http://www.blackfive.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paratroopers Fighting in Afghanistan Need to Hear from You!Posted By Blackfive&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, Blackfive readers, joined by thousands of readers from other blogs, sent over 30,000 emails of support to Marines in Iraq.  The Marines had to shut down the email address because you all were causing bandwidth issues with the support we were sending.&lt;br /&gt;Now, as if the Taliban and Al Qaeda, bad weather, and lack of support here at home weren't bad enough, the New York Times has published a one-sided view of the paratroopers tour in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;And so now we have cause to band together again and send massive support down range.  Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;Even though spring hasnÃƒÂƒÃ‚Â¢ÃƒÂ‚Ã¢Â‚Â¬ÃƒÂ‚Ã¢Â„Â¢t officially arrived the snow line is beginning to move up the mountains in Kunar and surrounding provinces in Afghanistan.  The Taliban have already begun attacking the KOP, Firebases and Observation Points where elements of the 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team from Bamberg and Schweinfurt, Germanicenza, Ily, are deployed.  Almost 4,000 Soldiers from 2nd Battalion, 503rd Infantry (Airborne), 1st Battalion, 503rd Infantry (Airborne) and 1st Squadron, 91st Cavalry were deployed to Kunar and surrounding provinces in Afghanistan in May 2007 for a 15 month rotation.  This region of eastern Afghanistan in the Hindu Kush mountains bordering Pakistan has been designated the most dangerous place on earth for military personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackfive.net/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/31/75202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Paratrooper from 2nd Platoon, Able Company, 2nd Battalion, 503rd Infantry Regiment (Airborne), navigates a steep incline during a patrol to Omar in Kunar province in Afghanistan Jan. 11.  Date Taken: January 11th, 2008.  Location: Kunar province, AF.  Photographer: Sgt. Brandon Aird, Joint Combat Camera Center&lt;br /&gt;This winter has been particularly harsh.  Many of the Soldiers are living in mud huts and tents with little or no heat, no running water, intermittent use of generators, supply drops via air to drop zones that require a hike of up to 40 minutes each way in order to retrieve the supplies, 30+ days out on missions at the firebases without showers or daily hot meals before rotating back to the KOP or Camp Blessing for hot showers, hot meals and the ability to communicate with their families and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blackfive.net/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/28/173rd_living_conditions_of_some.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of a Sky Soldier&lt;br /&gt;The Sky Soldiers have trudged through up to seven feet of snow on patrols day in and day out often at altitudes of 7,000 feet and higher. Each Soldier carries between 60 and 100 pounds of gear on these patrols. They Soldier-On each day despite the loss of many friends and comrades and substantially high numbers of wounded.  Untold numbers of great Americans have provided amazing amounts of support to these Soldiers during this deployment.  Public, private and civic organizations have provided direct support or indirect support. &lt;br /&gt;A recent article by Elizabeth Rubin in the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/24/magazine/24afghanistan-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=magazine&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt; painted one Platoon of this Brigade in a less than favorable light.  The article sensationalized the facts in a negative way, which served only to cause undue stress on the Soldiers and family members.  The author failed to mention successes within the Brigade such as substantial humanitarian aid (tons of food and clothes) delivered to local villages, medical care for local children and adults, road projects, clean water projects, training of Afghan National Army personnel, distribution of school supplies, etc. [Don't worry, friends, Deebow is preparing a more detailed take down of Elizabeth Rubin.  Stay tuned for that.]&lt;br /&gt;Historically, spring is a time of heavy fighting in this region as the terrorists and insurgents emerge from their caves after the harsh winter temperatures and snows.  LetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s show these Soldiers how much support they have from home to help them through the spring and the remainder of this long and dangerous deployment., Americaatroopers are in the fight of their lives and they need to hear that America loves them.&lt;br /&gt;Please send an email of support to &lt;a href="mailto:skysoldiers173rd@gmail.com"&gt;skysoldiers173rd@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can mail cards to:&lt;br /&gt;Leta CarruthP O Box 100Cordova, TN  38088&lt;br /&gt;Due to security reasons in Afghanistan please do not put addresses or phone numbers on any correspondence.  All emails will be printed out here in the US and mailed to Afghanistan as they do not have the resources to receive a large number of emails.  All letters and emails will be vetted to make sure there are no negative comments.  These are letters of support, so please keep them positive and uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;A Huge THANK YOU to the proponents of (and the leaders of) this effort - &lt;a href="http://tankerbabelc985.vox.com/"&gt;Tanker Babe&lt;/a&gt; and Mrs. Diva!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6518305599657334165?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6518305599657334165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6518305599657334165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6518305599657334165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6518305599657334165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/02/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3992341114658333780</id><published>2008-02-24T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:02:28.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying it how she feels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Taylor brought home her work she had to do in class the other day.  She had to write about something and she chose to write about how she felt about the war going on.  Now mind you, this is coming from a child.  Some sentences are in fact, factual.  Some, just how she feels in her heart, others that she has read on the internet, through milblogs, or seeing it on the news.  Some of it when you read, might not make sense.  But in her heart and in her mind, it makes sense to her and I believe in HER sense a heck of a lot more then I believe in some of the so called people that should know better!  Once again, we are very proud of her, for having the courage to stand up and say how she feels.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The War in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of thousands of men, women and children have been abused or killed in Iraq by insurgents.  Thousands of men were forcefully oppressed into the Iraqi Army Regime.  They had to worry about their wife and kids being tortured or killed with no reason at all.  Their families would be killed for speaking their minds, or stating their opinion.  Entire families would be beheaded even for something as stupid as the way a woman wore their turbans over their face.  It is WRONG the way that the Iraqi people were forced to live.  The terrorists have killed hundreds of thousands of their own people as well as our own troops and our own innocent civilians on the home fronts of America during 9/11.  Do you think that it is our duty to America as well as Iraq to help free and liberate the Iraqi people from these awful criminals who spread terror across the nation, and to have a sense of mind that we put a stop to the terrorism and hatred?  I do.  Don't you want the bad guys locked up and or killed for their actions so we know they will never do this again?  I do.  This war is not about revenge, but I sure do believe that we have a purpose over there, and that is why I am here today, to talk about the war in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am for the war in Iraq and Afghanistan.  I am for what our troops are doing in those places.  I don't just believe, I KNOW we are an essential role in Iraq and Afghanistan, and are making slow but sure progress.  It is my personal opinion along with many others, that if we pull out now, it is a sign to the terrorist that they could get away with their ways and with 9/11 and can attack again, and say that they defeated the United States of America on the battle front.  I don't want this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tide in Iraq is turning and here is proof.  Just a few short months ago, the situation in Ramadi, Anbar Province was unstable to the point where going outside was dangerous.  But the U.S. military in cooperation with the Iraqi Army have improved security significantly and can now go to work to improve the quality of life in the area.  In addition, USMC Sgt. Brody Zeigler of the 3rd Battalion 7th Marines wants to provide for local children by giving them school supplies, food and athletic equipment.  There are now over 2,500 renovated schools and 32,000 certified teachers.  If we could all send care packages to our troops with something in it for the kids, it will be much easier to liberate and win trust of the Iraqis.  How do you do that you ask?  You talk to families that have people serving, you get on the web and find military websites, you use &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.anysoldier.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  What to send?  Well, even if it is a beanie baby, it will make a difference to those children who have had to go through so much.  Hard candies, chocolate in the winter are favorites as well (ONLY and I mean ONLY send chocolate in the winter, otherwise you would have some chocolate milk and not the cold kind!)  Some of the troops even share their own things that were never meant for the kids, but they share them.  Notebooks, pencils, pens, even chalk can make those kids happy.  They are Iraqis future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second reason for the war in Iraq is that the top military commander in Iraq said that violent attacks in the country had fallen by 60 percent.  60 PERCENT!!  That is amazing.  Even compared to a short couple of months ago, when attacks were the norm, however, he said that the security gains were tenuous and fragile.  In addition, there has been fewer numbers of IED attacks in the past three months.  The secretary of Defense, Robert Gates, says that the direction in Iraq is headed in a significantly more positive direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third by not last reason is, the top Marine General told reporters that fatalities cause by insurgency was steadily declining.  John Burns of the New York Times recently braved the notoriously dangerous Haffia street in Baghdad, but found signs for sure of the tide shifting.  He noted encouragingly that two Iraqi battalions were patrolling the area.  It is the first time that any homegrown brigade had secured a combat zone.  These are no longer the sweaty, overweight Iraqis of Gunner Palace.  Now they are ready to fight.  General David Petraeus has said there are over 200,000 Iraqi Army troops on duty and patrolling and securing.  I think that is very good and promising progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit there has been death.  There has been bloodshed and there has been hard times.  But if you look at previous wars, like WW2, we lost 291,557 troops.   The valiant actions in Vietnam cost the lives of 60,000.  We can't pull out for the 3,900 that have died in Iraq, they can't be lost in vain.  They gave their lives for the good of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to Iraq, you see people waving the Iraqi and American flags.  The violence has gone down, I don't need to tell you that.  We haven't found Osama Bin Laden, that is true, but he has to constantly move because we are still hunting for him.  We will find him.  It is the duty of the United States of America to finish off the bad guys that came and hurt us in unimaginable ways.  When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii on Dec 7, 1941, we went into immediate action and defeated the Japanese.  If we could do it then, we can surely do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In our day and age, we are concerned about where we are going to eat or what we are going to watch on TV and not for our troops overseas.  That needs to change!!!!  Our troops need our support and morale so they can fight for you and for the innocent people of Iraq.  If you want the world to be a better place, then help out the troops.  They will make it happen.  You look at history and we can and will prevail.  All we need to do is pull together and make this happen.  It is our troops that make this a free country and a safe country.  We need to respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think people in congress should take our troops out of Iraq.  It is the troops on the front lines that make the difference.  The troops who are getting down and dirty and sweaty and fighting, know what is going on over there.  Not some person in a suit, working behind a desk in an air conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are over 200,000 Iraqi troops, they cannot be trained over night, just like our troops can't be trained over night.  That is why the Iraqi troops are not ready to defend and fight for their country, they are not ready and they still need training.  It is up to us to train them so that they can really fight for what is right.  We can't just pull out now, because they can't fight, then there will be another dictatorship and we will just have to go back anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what more I have to say to make you guys realize that our troops are not criminals, they are not monsters and they are not wrong doers, they are just like you and me.  They have family and friends.  They fight for our country and for freedom.  In fact, I hope that you can see they are kind and caring.  I cannot stress how important it is to support our troops.  They need morale boosters.  It is not hard to send a letter to say THANK YOU.  A letter to a Marine or soldier can make a big difference.  It shows you care.  Just support our troops, it is that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some great things from the war in Iraq.  The whole international community has pledged 38 billion dollars for schools, health care and infrastructure.  That will go a long way for make the schools a better and safer environment.  Also, there are more up to date hospitals with better trained nurses.  The Iraqi civilians who are hurt by the insurgents can not get proper medical care.  A UN resolution will move Iraq towards self government.  If Iraq can govern itself, than all we need to do is train the Iraqis, help the Iraqis provide security and do humanitarian work.  NATO will help train and equip Iraqi forces to a greater level.  More Iraqi security means less of our troops would have to be on the front lines.  We could then focus on humanitarian aid.  Food and electricity and now evenly distributed across the country.  Nearly all of Iraq has food and electricity.  Nearly 2,500 schools has been renovated.  Just think, those kids can now go to school without consequences.  32,000 teachers in country, teaching can open up jobs and get this country off the ground.  After all, the mind is the greatest tool.  Health care spending has increased 30 fold since liberation.  That means there is more money in the health care system.  2.5 million barrels of oil are being shipped all over the world and that means big bucks for the nation and that helps out everyone in the long run.  Free press is one of the most important freedoms.  While under Saddam, no one had a right to speak their mind, or do anything really.  There was not a whole lot of information being passed around.  Knowledge is the greatest thing to have and now they are gaining more and more.  Small businesses are starting to thrive.  Getting more businesses going would help us get out faster to.  Iraq's currency is getting more stable, where as when Saddam was in charge, there wasn't even bartering going on.  So you see, all of these are great stepping stones to the beginning of a new nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My call for action is to support your troops and support the war in Iraq.  We need to help those people over there.  We are doing this for the better good of the United States and for Iraq.  We are now going to send our troops more heavily into Afghanistan and do what we are now doing in Iraq.  I think this is going to be a long war, it already has, but if you look at our name, The United States of America, you see united.  We as Americans need to unite and support our troops so they can get the job done!!  I hope that you all have learned something from this.  I know I have.  Our troops are doing a heckuva lot more good then most people think.  Thank you for your time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3992341114658333780?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3992341114658333780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3992341114658333780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3992341114658333780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3992341114658333780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/02/saying-it-how-she-feels.html' title='Saying it how she feels'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6428695330132176217</id><published>2008-02-13T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:17:59.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A story about an American Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXfb7fZeI/AAAAAAAAASc/9KEp3xz2yAo/s1600-h/100_1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166499026364753378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXfb7fZeI/AAAAAAAAASc/9KEp3xz2yAo/s400/100_1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXgL7fZfI/AAAAAAAAASk/PHggztn5p1c/s1600-h/100_1402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166499039249655282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXgL7fZfI/AAAAAAAAASk/PHggztn5p1c/s400/100_1402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXhL7fZgI/AAAAAAAAASs/hY7yyJdW6FY/s1600-h/100_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166499056429524482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXhL7fZgI/AAAAAAAAASs/hY7yyJdW6FY/s400/100_1403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXh77fZhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KNjbrLkoqs4/s1600-h/100_1405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166499069314426386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXh77fZhI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KNjbrLkoqs4/s400/100_1405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXir7fZiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5LGhgZISFm4/s1600-h/100_1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166499082199328290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXir7fZiI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5LGhgZISFm4/s400/100_1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This past weekend, I took Taylor to the Kalamazoo Air Zoo. She just loves the old war planes and we decided to make a day of it. Do you believe in fate? I DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;While we were there, Taylor was able to get into the cockpit of a B 25. It was very cool and as she was sitting there, the man that let her up there asked her a few questions like she was a 'little girl'. By the time we got done talking, his jaw was hanging down! She first started telling him what she knew about the B 25 and he was impressed. Then he got a very small scale story about Taylor and once she said she was a GySgt, he about fell out of the plane as he yelled 'A GUNNY? YOU ARE A GUNNY?!' Of course, this always tickles Taylor when she gets that type of reaction. She talked further with the man and told him her all time favorite WW11 planes were the Mustang and the mighty B 17. The man got a bit quiet and told her he had something for her. When we got out of the plane, he told her to walk a certain way and when she saw a man in a wheelchair to stop by and say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, we wandered a bit and came up on a little old man sitting in a wheel chair. He had on his WW11 veteran hat and he had on a uniform shirt that was just full of ribbons. She shook his hand and thanked him for his service. He talked to her for a few minutes then asked her if she knew anything about the B 17. She told him 'yes sir, that is my favorite bomber'. His eyes settled on her, took her hand and asked her if she would like to talk to him for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The man that was holding Taylor's hand, was a B 17 pilot, Larry Jenkins. Taylor and I promptly sat right down in the middle of the floor to listen to him talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He was just out of high school and was playing cards with a bunch of his buddies when on the radio came word that Pearl Harbor had been hit. He knew then, he was going to go sign up. He wanted to be a pilot and he went through a lot of schooling to become the B 17 pilot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He told us that he was so excited, he was young, fearless and that at that time, the guys were actually excited to go to war. That was, until his first mission. Once up in the air and they got shot at with the anti air craft artillery came up and was hitting their plane, taking chunks of it off. They landed safely and all marveled at the damage and that they survived. He was very afraid after that, but he couldn't let it stop him from doing his job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Being a new crew, they usually got the older planes that had issues. On one mission, the plane they got had TROUBLE written across the nose, he knew it wasn't a good sign. They were over enemy territory in Romania with a full bomb load when they lost an engine. They were losing speed and had to turn away from the formation. He knew he had to drop the bombs, so they flew and found some railroad tracks and destroyed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;They lost another engine and are now flying with only 2 and they were over 300 miles away from a safe zone and all alone. A mountain range was coming and they had to get over it. But the B 17 is massive and heavy and they only had 2 engines. Larry told the crew to get rid of any and everything in the plane, except their chutes. He made them get rid of their guns, ammo, bomb scope. But they kept losing altitude. He got the idea that if they could get rid of the ball turret, which was pretty heavy, they might be ok. While flying on 2 engines, fighting with every ounce he had, he helped figure out how to get the ball turret off. They were still to heavy. He ordered all the doors be taken off as well. Larry had a hard time maintaining speed so that plane didn't stall, but he somehow managed to skim over the mountain range. Once they got back to safety, they had to face a 45 mph cross wind and he had to put the plane down in the middle of a hay field, most of the plane was missing, but he brought his crew back safe. He got the Distinguished Flying Cross for that mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;His crew finally got a new plane but they stuck out like a sore thumb because it was shiny, it hadn't been painted the drab green yet and they had a bad feeling. On July 16, 1944 on a mission over Austria (they had been here before and knew it was going to be bad), they dropped their bombs and had turned back around over the city to leave and they were hit 2 times, direct hits. It killed his bombardier instantly and wounded his navigator. The #3 engine burst into flames and Larry realized he had been hit. He was blinded and could only see the bright lights from the flames of the engine, but he knew they were spinning out of control. He was still in his seat and somehow managed to get his chute on, but he had to take off his flack jacket to do so. He stood up to get out of his seat and fell. Both of his legs were broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He crawled his way back to the bomb bay doors, hoping someone had opened them. They were closed. He tried to push with his legs, that is when he realized how badly his legs were broken, both were compound fractures. He had lost a lot of blood and oxygen. He prayed, Lord, I will be with you soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He felt a hand on his shoulder. Everyone had bailed, except one guy, Ray Voss. Ray talked with Larry 33 years later and told him when he got to the bomb bay doors, Larry was unconscious. Ray left and was going to jump and leave Larry because of how severe Larry's wounds were, but at the last minute he couldn't do it, he couldn't leave Larry there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He opened the bomb bay doors and rolled Larry out, hoping the cold would wake Larry up enough for him to pull his own rip cord. Larry did, but passed out again. He came to as he was being shot at, and hit on his way down. When he landed, he was surrounded by Germans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;That began his journey as a POW under some very horrific conditions. He was a POW until May 10, 1945. If you would more details on this time, you can email and I will tell you. The conditions were horrendous and what he and the others suffered through were and are heartbreaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yet, here he sat, in his wheel chair talking so incredibly proud. Taylor never once took her eyes off of him and many times, he looked directly to her as he talked, as if they were the only 2 left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When he came back to the states, he spent several years at the Percy Jones Army Hospital in Battle Creek which is now the Hart-Doyle-Inouye Federal Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He told Taylor he had no regrets, none. He asked 2 things of Taylor as he gave her a book that was written about him and he signed his name under one of his pictures. He asked her to take care of his book, his story, forever. The last thing he asked of her, to always remember him, Larry Jenkins, B 17 pilot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I can't even tell you how profound this meeting was. When we were done, he pulled himself out of his chair and he saluted. GULP, I had tears just flowing. What an amazing man, what an amazing story, what an amazing American Hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The best day at the Air Zoo, that is for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6428695330132176217?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6428695330132176217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6428695330132176217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6428695330132176217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6428695330132176217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/02/story-about-american-hero.html' title='A story about an American Hero'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7MXfb7fZeI/AAAAAAAAASc/9KEp3xz2yAo/s72-c/100_1400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8356986102543869457</id><published>2008-02-11T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:17:57.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LCpl Harper receives the Bronze Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CRIb7fZdI/AAAAAAAAASU/-eIwsTPNods/s1600-h/100_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165788346716218834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CRIb7fZdI/AAAAAAAAASU/-eIwsTPNods/s400/100_0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CPzL7fZcI/AAAAAAAAASM/_2bpJtVga38/s1600-h/Harper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165786882132370882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CPzL7fZcI/AAAAAAAAASM/_2bpJtVga38/s400/Harper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As most of you know, Taylor spent a week at Camp Lejeune and got to do some outstanding and amazing things. Throughout the week, she had 2 wounded warriors that were able to 'shadow' her and they were able to do the things she did. It was really cool for them and for her to be with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor's school library gets the magazine Leatherneck and she always checks it out. She got off the bus this week running wildly to the house. She threw open the magazine and here was a picture of one of the wounded warriors she spent the whole week with, LCpl Harper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is the article: (sorry I have to type it out, but if I try to scan it, it doesn't show up, I am not that computer savy remember?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Decorated Lance Corporal's Advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Don't Panic, Follow Orders, Do What You Are Told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lance Corporal Albert R Harper, a vehicle operator with the 3d Battalion, Sixth Marine Regiment, Second Marine Division, Regimental Combat Team 6, II Marine Expeditionary Force (Forward), was awarded the Bronze Star medal with combat "V" at Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, N.C., Aug.23, 2007, for heroism and courage while under fire. He also was presented the Purple Heart for wounds suffered while conducting combat operations in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom Feb. 16, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harper was leaving Camp Corregidor, near Ramadi, Iraq, when an 82 mm mortar round hit his vehicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The mortar round struck the roof of the vehicle just behind the driver's seat," Harper said. "It sent shrapnel rounds through the vehicle and through my right shoulder blade all the way to my right arm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the attack, the convoy's leader, Captain Todd Seibert, was killed, which forced the the battalion gunner to take charge. After the attack, Harper's battalion gunner assessed the situation and instructed him to take over the controls and drive the vehicle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harper drove the vehicle an additional three kilometers through hostile urban terrain to evacuate several remaining injured Marines despite being in tremendous pain and rapidly losing blood and consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Harper gave advice for Marines preparing to deploy and about facing challening situations. "Remain calm no matter what," he said. "Panic is not the answer. Follow orders and do what you are told."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Brigadier General David H. Berger, assistant division commander of 2dMarDiv, pinned the medals on Harper. "No Marines that get awarded medals of valor or Purple Hearts ask for it," the general explained. "At the right time and the wrong place, they took the right action."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor and I had the great pleasure of being with this young man for a week and he was so nice and kind. He was quiet, but he was wonderful to be around. To LCpl Harper, OOH RAH and Semper Fi from the Gunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8356986102543869457?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8356986102543869457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8356986102543869457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8356986102543869457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8356986102543869457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/02/lcpl-harper-receives-bronze-star.html' title='LCpl Harper receives the Bronze Star'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CRIb7fZdI/AAAAAAAAASU/-eIwsTPNods/s72-c/100_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1274495995788201052</id><published>2008-02-11T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:27:17.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Throw winner again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CFXr7fZYI/AAAAAAAAARs/jbLMXXNwSj0/s1600-h/100_1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165775414569690498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CFXr7fZYI/AAAAAAAAARs/jbLMXXNwSj0/s320/100_1395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CFYL7fZZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/b6zW1dMH4AM/s1600-h/100_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165775423159625106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CFYL7fZZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/b6zW1dMH4AM/s320/100_1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CFYr7fZaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jua5k1qNmZI/s1600-h/100_1397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165775431749559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CFYr7fZaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jua5k1qNmZI/s320/100_1397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, Taylor stared her old advisary down and she beat it! The last few years, she has been in a free throw contest and she always got to the next level, but when it came to this last level, she could never win. Mad her so mad to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This year, she took it on and won! Now, she moves to the next level. We are very proud of her on this. She can't play sports and she is going up against girls that have played all along, as well as them all being twice her size. She had to do her 3 warm up shots and missed. UGH, I kept looking at her dad and saying, she is talking herself out of it. Before hand, she listened to her Marine Corp Hymn again, wore her Marine shirt and thought of her beloved Major B who just arrived in Iraq. She got into a zone and made 19 out of 25! We still are amazed at how she does it, as small as she is and given she has visual spatial issues....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To top it off, her brother and her brought home their report cards and BOTH of them got all A's and B's!! WAY TO GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1274495995788201052?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1274495995788201052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1274495995788201052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1274495995788201052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1274495995788201052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/02/free-throw-winner-again.html' title='Free Throw winner again!'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R7CFXr7fZYI/AAAAAAAAARs/jbLMXXNwSj0/s72-c/100_1395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8249417047544149496</id><published>2008-01-31T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:23:39.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What we didn't see on the news......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R6HnMXRMRbI/AAAAAAAAARM/W5h1WA3t66M/s1600-h/jacobs_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161660847533868466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R6HnMXRMRbI/AAAAAAAAARM/W5h1WA3t66M/s320/jacobs_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Looking at the news today, what do you see? Britney Spears, Britney and oh wait, there is some more of Britney. We see Hil and Obama slugging it out and flinging it pretty good. What didn't you see today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PFC Raymond Jacobs, F Co./ 2d Bn / 28th Marines / 5th Marine Division, who was a member of the Marine patrol that put up the FIRST flag on Iwo Jima, has passed away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Where was this on our wonderful news? I guess it wasn't important enough or newsworthy enough. I guess it is forgotten by the powers to be in charge of the news just how iconic that flag raising became to the country. Sure, the first flag raising wasn't THE picture, but it was raised in honor and in pure determination. The first flag set in place for the 2nd flag to be raised and that photo was captured and in one snap shot, the country pulled together. I guess the powers to be have forgotten just how powerful and how meaningful that flag raising was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you go to &lt;a href="http://carol_fus.tripod.com/marines_hero_ray_jacobs.html"&gt;http://carol_fus.tripod.com/marines_hero_ray_jacobs.html&lt;/a&gt; You will find in Mr. Jacob's own words what happened that day, along with powerful photos. When you read this, please pass it onto others so that they may know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8249417047544149496?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8249417047544149496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8249417047544149496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8249417047544149496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8249417047544149496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/01/maddening.html' title='What we didn&apos;t see on the news......'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R6HnMXRMRbI/AAAAAAAAARM/W5h1WA3t66M/s72-c/jacobs_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-99733139981988134</id><published>2008-01-24T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:57:32.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Military Appreciation Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5ldt3RMRXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RqNgJ13qwTo/s1600-h/100_1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159257890641167730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5ldt3RMRXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RqNgJ13qwTo/s320/100_1378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lduHRMRYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yXc5XyBwH1U/s1600-h/100_1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159257894936135042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lduHRMRYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yXc5XyBwH1U/s320/100_1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lduXRMRZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vKLERbxH35E/s1600-h/100_1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159257899231102354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lduXRMRZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vKLERbxH35E/s320/100_1382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5ldunRMRaI/AAAAAAAAARE/qkQtEhkcKSs/s1600-h/100_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159257903526069666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5ldunRMRaI/AAAAAAAAARE/qkQtEhkcKSs/s320/100_1391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor has been planning on a Military Appreciation Night now for a few months and it came to happen tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One day, she came home and said she had been walking down the halls looking in all the trophy cases. She noticed there were trophies of all sorts of sports. There were plaques for academics. There was a Hall of Fame. There was nothing for our military or the alumni that have served. We told her to do something about it. So, she stood before the school board and presented an idea on how to recognize her school's alumni that have served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A flag was flown over Washington DC, one over our state capital. There were two Marines from her school that were in Iraq, and they had a flag flown in Iraq for the school. These flags were put into shadow boxes along with their certificates. She had a beautiful plaque made up with the seals of each branch put on it and had an inscription put on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She went to all the recruiters offices and asked them to stand with her and they all did. These guys were great. The Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines stood tall with her. We couldn't get anyone from the Coast Guard to even call us back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the Color Guard, we had the immense pleasure of Lester and Don. Lester is a WWll veteran who came and stood for Taylor the day she took her oath as a Marine. He has many health issues and if you scroll down in her blog, you will see a picture of her visiting Lester during one of his hospital stays. Lester just got out of the hospital not to long ago and he is still pretty weak. But he carried out that huge heavy 14 lb rifle and guarded the flag as long as he could. It was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The art dept. made some patriotic banners welcoming the veterans and the band played patriotic songs, including a song for each branch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The 3 flags were presented, one by Sen. Fred Upton's office, one by State Rep. Rick Shaffer and the other, by Cpl. Cugliotta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor stood before the crowd and told them why she wanted to do the project. She then told the crowd that when they see a veteran, it is their duty to thank that veteran. She thanked the crowd for coming, she thanked the veterans and then said 'God bless you and God bless America'. A wonderful evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We are so proud of Taylor and hope tonight will renew a veteran's spirit, and hope that it will grow a seed in a young one's heart to want to stand up and serve their country with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-99733139981988134?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/99733139981988134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=99733139981988134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/99733139981988134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/99733139981988134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/01/military-appreciation-night.html' title='Military Appreciation Night'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5ldt3RMRXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RqNgJ13qwTo/s72-c/100_1378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4696422580437255981</id><published>2008-01-24T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:38:23.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUNNY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lZkXRMRVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KygS9MzYg-g/s1600-h/100_1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159253329385899346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lZkXRMRVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KygS9MzYg-g/s320/100_1374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lZknRMRWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EapkbaOVyvI/s1600-h/100_1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159253333680866658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lZknRMRWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/EapkbaOVyvI/s320/100_1376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday, Jan 23, was Taylor's birthday! Word got sent out and let me tell you, she got tons of emails and cards wishing her a great day, and great day she had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;While she didn't get any of the weaponry she wished for *maybe SOON* she did get some goodies she had been wanting. She got a guitar so she can challenge her brother, Tanner, on guitar hero. She got a nice shadow box and some unit patches that have been secretly sent to her, and she thinks that is really cool! She also got a daily calendar that has pictures of the WWll flying aircraft that she is so interested in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We went out and had a really nice dinner and then she got to go pick out a ring she had been wanting as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thank you everyone for making her day special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4696422580437255981?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4696422580437255981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4696422580437255981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4696422580437255981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4696422580437255981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-gunny.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUNNY!!!!'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5lZkXRMRVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KygS9MzYg-g/s72-c/100_1374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4486136235703213221</id><published>2008-01-22T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:15:43.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Throw contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyPnqLEgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mbgD5hScn2Y/s1600-h/100_1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158365667124777474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyPnqLEgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mbgD5hScn2Y/s320/100_1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyP3qLEhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pIxNiDnmsJg/s1600-h/100_1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158365671419744786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyP3qLEhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pIxNiDnmsJg/s320/100_1367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyQHqLEiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aOk8FYrOiiU/s1600-h/100_1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158365675714712098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyQHqLEiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aOk8FYrOiiU/s320/100_1369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyQXqLEjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lHLS_PQ3iMA/s1600-h/100_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158365680009679410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyQXqLEjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lHLS_PQ3iMA/s320/100_1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor did it again! She won the first round of the free throw contest. For this particular one, this is 3 years in a row now. She has for the past several years, done two different ones. For the Elks, she has always won the 1st and 2nd round and ended up going to Hope College where she just never had any luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For this one, the Knights of Columbus, she has won the 1st round and then has no luck on the 2nd. To us though, she is such a winner! She goes up against girls that are half her size and that have played. Because of Taylor's medical condition, she can't play. It is hard, she wants to so badly and she has the skill, but more so, the heart and spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;With her medical condition, visual spatial problems are a big thing. So, how she can nail those free throws we don't know. Not only can she do the free throws, but she can stand far behind the 3 point line and swish it! As tiny as she is, it is funnier then all get out to watch her do it. And it isn't a struggle, she doesn't jump all over the place, she doesn't do the funky chicken with her arms, she just looks at the hoop and there goes the ball......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The one girl that keeps beating her for the last 3 years goes to all sorts of basketball camps and what not. She cracked her dad and I up the other day by mentioning this girl by NAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I told Taylor even if she never made one basket, she would still be a winner to us because she is beating the odds once again by even being out there and trying. Can't ask for much more then that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This time, she took her music, sat in a corner and had her eyes closed. I asked her what she was listening to and she said her Marine Corps hymn. She made 12 out of 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We are working on the final details for the Military Appreciation Night she put in motion for this Thursday, Jan 24. She is very excited about it and hopefully, others will be to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Now if any of you read this before the 23rd, it is Taylor's birthday, please send her some birthday wishes!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4486136235703213221?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4486136235703213221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4486136235703213221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4486136235703213221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4486136235703213221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/01/free-throw-contest.html' title='Free Throw contest'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YyPnqLEgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mbgD5hScn2Y/s72-c/100_1366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4122634322110084544</id><published>2008-01-22T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:58:32.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marine Corps League</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YuhHqLEeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/H6fhpmAguIo/s1600-h/100_1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158361569725977058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YuhHqLEeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/H6fhpmAguIo/s320/100_1363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YuhXqLEfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s2lhThxXMGE/s1600-h/100_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158361574020944370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YuhXqLEfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/s2lhThxXMGE/s320/100_1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little Gunny went to her first Marine Corps League meeting last week. She was almost overcome with amazement and awe with all the generations of Marines she was in company of. It was interesting to see the reaction she got there. We were the only female there, plus her being a child, they just weren't sure on how to act!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had the honor of meeting yet another Iwo Jima veteran and at one point, he was overcome with emotion and shed a few tears at her true devotion to what he fought for. He and another older Marine, a Guadalcanal veteran, were so enthralled by her that they kept calling her over to talk to them, not paying attention to the meeting. At one point in time, the 3 of them got a stern 'pay attention'! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Taylor stood and introduced herself, it wasn't in that soft little girl voice, she stood up so fast her chair about flipped over and she snapped out GYSGT TAYLOR BATTEN SEMPER FI and at that, the room erupted with OOH RAH's and SEMPER FI's. From what I understand, the meeting was pretty tame, in order to accommodate the 'young one' which didn't sit well with Taylor. I told her that I will have to talk with these men and let them know the real her and that they do not need to treat her with such sensitivity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret I didn't take any pictures of that night. Had the camera in my hand, just got caught up in everything and didn't take one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sen. John McCain made a campaign stop in Kalamazoo and Taylor was invited as a guest of Sen. Fred Upton. She got reserved seats right next to the podium and while she didn't ask any question like she wanted to, he looked at her and she smiled and he smiled back, pointed at her and winked. While she is to young to be real political yet, she liked being there and listening to what he had to say and when he talked of how he would take care of the veterans, she stood up and clapped and yelled out a few times. Some of the stuff didn't matter to her, what mattered was when our service members were brought up and then she perked right up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to meet a wounded soldier there. He was injured and he told us of how at first, he was taken care of, then he stepped in the red tape nightmare. As most of you know, when someone is wounded, at times, they are neither financially here nor there. This young man was wounded significantly, got into the red tape of financial help from our government and lost his house. Now his credit is ruined. Taylor wants to see from whoever is in charge of our nation, they make sure this doesn't happen. She shook his hand, told him she was sorry and that none of our service members, wounded or not, should be treated like that. If they fight for this country, this country needs to step up and take care of them a whole lot better. Pretty strong convictions for a 13 year old huh? Not, how is my hair, my clothes, gossiping with the other girls, worried about what to put on the MP3 player or what she will get next........worried about how our troops are being treated. VERY PROUD OF HER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4122634322110084544?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4122634322110084544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4122634322110084544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4122634322110084544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4122634322110084544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/01/marine-corps-league.html' title='Marine Corps League'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R5YuhHqLEeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/H6fhpmAguIo/s72-c/100_1363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4969436937495090023</id><published>2008-01-08T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:13:28.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD LUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I know most of you that read Taylor's blog are just as pro military as we are and you all hold the troops close to your hearts.  I know most of you say prayers for ALL the troops and or send positive thoughts their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I however have a request.  Could you please say a few extra for some of Taylor's good buddies that are headed overseas right now?  Taylor has always sent care packages and it has always been to random contacts she found at &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;www.anysoldier.com&lt;/a&gt;  She has had the unbelievable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be able to meet some of those contacts in person!  And she views them all as some of her best buds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well, now Taylor won't be having to send care packages to random contacts, as there are several that she knows either there right now or are going to be very shortly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Major B, Lt. Col. W, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; G, and Major S.  Soon there will be someone else, but we haven't seen him post it yet that he is going, so we will keep that quiet until he lets others know and then we can post his name as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Major B VOLUNTEERED to go back.  Taylor is incredibly proud of these guys and as most of you know, if she could, she would be there to and I say that in all seriousness.  She however, at times, allows the little girl in her to peek out and she gets worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Please, keep all our troops in your hearts.  Please, say a little extra prayer for Taylor's buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;On to some more fantastic news!!!!  You know we shamelessly plug &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;www.anysoldier.com&lt;/a&gt; and for good reason, go check it out.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anysoldier&lt;/span&gt; was able to get over $25,000 worth of entertainment equipment to hand deliver to none other then Taylor's beloved Wounded Warrior Barracks!!!!!   They will be delivering it on Jan. 14.  Taylor about jumped out of her skin when she was talking with Marty and he told her about it, she was that excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4969436937495090023?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4969436937495090023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4969436937495090023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4969436937495090023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4969436937495090023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-luck.html' title='GOOD LUCK'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2174464038468778203</id><published>2007-12-22T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:52:05.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Major Pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22eZCHI8tI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZOzvnY9cVpI/s1600-h/100_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146944102055080658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22eZCHI8tI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZOzvnY9cVpI/s400/100_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22eZiHI8uI/AAAAAAAAAPc/np0o3xNCpl8/s1600-h/100_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146944110645015266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22eZiHI8uI/AAAAAAAAAPc/np0o3xNCpl8/s400/100_1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22eaCHI8vI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VgjoLuA7FTc/s1600-h/100_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146944119234949874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22eaCHI8vI/AAAAAAAAAPk/VgjoLuA7FTc/s400/100_1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A big ole HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Major Bourland, one of Taylor's special buddy's. The Major is a true outstanding person, American and Marine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor first found the Major (then Cpt) on &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; while he was deployed. She followed his postings and checked every day to see if he had posted something new. Then she followed him on his website, &lt;a href="http://www.onemarinesview.com/"&gt;http://www.onemarinesview.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Major B came to visit Taylor while she was inpatient at National Institute of Health in Bethesda. They formed quiet a friendship and he has been there for Taylor every step of the way since they met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This summer, she was able to surprise him as he stepped off an airplane for a fundraising ride in MO for anysoldier.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Major B's birthday is tomorrow, 12-23, and Taylor wanted to be sure to give him an outstanding OOHRAH and to wish him good luck, as he volunteered to head back to the big sand box yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAJOR B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2174464038468778203?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2174464038468778203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2174464038468778203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2174464038468778203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2174464038468778203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-major-pain.html' title='Happy Birthday Major Pain!'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22eZCHI8tI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ZOzvnY9cVpI/s72-c/100_1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5716714794617721265</id><published>2007-12-22T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:13:55.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22Z-CHI8sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F_TKT97rE8M/s1600-h/100_1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146939240152101570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22Z-CHI8sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F_TKT97rE8M/s400/100_1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tis the season to be jolly....... We are so blessed and have so much to be thankful for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We would like to take this time to thank all of you that have been a part of Taylor's life in one way or the other. Maybe you just read her blog and send her letters of encouragement. Maybe you have helped her out in her many fund raising missions for Toys for Tots, Hope For the Warriors or when she collected for &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; Maybe you have helped her with her funding in sending care packages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe you are one of the MANY military personal who have made sure to step into Taylor's life and make a difference for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe you send prayers along her way when she is in dire need of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We love each and every one of you for being in Taylor's life, however it may be. YOU make the difference for her and give her the strength and courage she needs to keep going strong how she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5716714794617721265?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5716714794617721265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5716714794617721265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5716714794617721265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5716714794617721265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R22Z-CHI8sI/AAAAAAAAAPM/F_TKT97rE8M/s72-c/100_1347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4268035144432299011</id><published>2007-12-13T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:05:36.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"What can I do?"  Taylor thought that was a funny question the other day when someone asked her that about supporting the troops.  I guess now that she is 'seasoned' she just assumes that everyone else should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taylor's answer is the same as always, go to &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;www.anysoldier.com&lt;/a&gt;  Get a contact and send a letter or care package.  Donate to anysoldier.com so that they may continue being the wonderful outlet they are, not only to the troops, but to us back at home needing to do our part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.hopeforthewarriors.org/"&gt;www.hopeforthewarriors.org&lt;/a&gt; and donate to the wounded.   The wounded, so many people think only of those that are deployed.  Ever stop to think of how life is for a wounded warrior once they come home?  We didn't until we actually met up with them when we were in Washington and then at the Wounded Warrior Barracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get in contact with a hospital and find out how you can send support to these guys, they need it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How about your local veterans home?  Or veterans hospital....THANK  A VETERAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"What can I do?"  There is plenty that you can do Taylor says!  Time to get on it and do it, and that is an order from the Gunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4268035144432299011?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4268035144432299011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4268035144432299011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4268035144432299011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4268035144432299011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-can-i-do.html' title='What can I do?'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5237749370241293481</id><published>2007-12-11T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:41:25.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Power in a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R16hUKzKnfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kETMUDPnt2s/s1600-h/Valore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142725192372100594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R16hUKzKnfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kETMUDPnt2s/s400/Valore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taylor has seen this picture before and since the day she saw it a few years back, it has always stuck with her. I have to admit myself, not just the first time but every time I see it, it makes me cry. So, Taylor was talking about her new mission on getting WW11 veterans stories told and archived and she brought this picture up again. I told her I would try to find it for her because she wanted to put it on her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So many emotions in two different faces.  So many emotions only they and those that have served will ever know the true meaning of.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5237749370241293481?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5237749370241293481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5237749370241293481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5237749370241293481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5237749370241293481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-in-picture.html' title='Power in a picture'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R16hUKzKnfI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kETMUDPnt2s/s72-c/Valore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6175691629958889777</id><published>2007-12-09T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:13:13.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes Taylor smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor had to go to University of Michigan for her heart check up.  This is always a stressful time leading up to this, as we know that one of these times, the words 'surgery time is here' is going to be said.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor takes it in stride, but she worries about it.  The day before we were to go, she got a phone call.  What makes Taylor smile big and hold that smile for days?  I will tell you, a special phone call from some special guys at the Wounded Warrior Barracks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That call came at right exact right time.   All of Taylor's fears and worries left as soon as she hung up that phone.  She was once again, that standing tall tough as nails Gunny.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had heard her ask CWO Hedgcorth 'how are the boys doing'  She then asked him if he was keeping them in line.  I don't know what he said to her, but she said something along the lines of 'roger that, they don't want ME coming down there to straighten 'em out now do they?'  Mind you, she is dead serious!!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She talked with MSgt. Barnes for a bit and I know, she was dying to be right back at Camp Lejeune.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By that one phone call, they once again gave Taylor a gift.  One that could never be bought in any store, for this gift is priceless.  They reinforced for her how to be brave, how to be strong, how to face your fears head on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After the appointments were over, she completely shocked us by saying that had the doctors said she had to have her surgery now, she would be ready.  Here was this tiny little thing walking down the hall, wishing she could take it to her enemy, for she was ready.  How is that for a Warrior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Things went well at U of M.  There has been some changes, but not enough for us to even talk surgery yet, that will wait for another day.  Another day to us is a wonderful thing, for it will be one more day of technology on Taylor's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6175691629958889777?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6175691629958889777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6175691629958889777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6175691629958889777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6175691629958889777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-makes-taylor-smile.html' title='What makes Taylor smile?'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1778565589406782258</id><published>2007-12-01T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:55:32.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting up with a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1IBqkt1VeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qS90MEqX0zA/s1600-R/8th+&amp;amp;+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139171955705206242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1IBqkt1VeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XxPYl12vJT4/s320/8th+%26+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1IBrUt1VfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YE28kzMMCno/s1600-R/100_1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139171968590108146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1IBrUt1VfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/EvEHk-MFpyY/s320/100_1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Taylor was blessed with yet another great day, spending with one of our finest, Cpl. Andy M. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If some of you will remember, he is the very resourceful Marine that read about Taylor on Major B's blog, found out she was going to be inpatient at the National Institute of Health and then tracked us down and called me and wanted to come visit her. Not only did he come, but he brought along close to a dozen of Marines in their Blues while she was in the hospital. Now I say resourceful because he called me on my cell phone. When he called, we talked for a few minutes and then I realized he was calling me on my cell.........HOW did he get that number? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He read about the great PGR that escorted Taylor and I from the airport right to the hospital, he called up Miss Katybug and talked to her for a bit and convinced her he was one of the good guys and got my number that way. So, he had to do some leg work to even find us, then gave a priceless gift to Taylor that day all those fine looking men filed into her room and then all stood and saluted Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Today, Andy gave her another gift. He has left Washington's 8th and I and is going to CA now. He has a small amount of time to be home before he heads out west and he and his brother gave up their afternoon and spent it with us. He, just like all of Taylor's other military pals, has stepped up and over a bit to let her know he appreciates what she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Taylor doesn't understand it, because she feels she does nothing special, she just does what is right in her heart. How can she not do right when she has such a wonderful example to lead in all of our military that have reached out to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We are so appreciative and so incredibly thankful and so blessed to have had a great inspiring afternoon as today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1778565589406782258?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1778565589406782258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1778565589406782258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1778565589406782258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1778565589406782258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/12/meeting-up-with-friend.html' title='Meeting up with a friend'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1IBqkt1VeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XxPYl12vJT4/s72-c/8th+%26+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6623434754099628615</id><published>2007-11-30T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:56:07.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lt. Col. Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1CAAUt1VcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/89e3JGpaPF0/s1600-R/100_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138747917879039426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1CAAUt1VcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Zfk6AtnhrlQ/s320/100_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1CAA0t1VdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZBXU9nzorh8/s1600-R/100_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138747926468974034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1CAA0t1VdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hqSp6iR1RzY/s320/100_1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is Lt. Col. "Taco" Bell's birthday. He is a pilot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Marine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Semper Fi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GySgt. Taylor B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6623434754099628615?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6623434754099628615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6623434754099628615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6623434754099628615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6623434754099628615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-lt-col-bell.html' title='Happy Birthday Lt. Col. Bell'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R1CAAUt1VcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Zfk6AtnhrlQ/s72-c/100_1132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-276773455097418907</id><published>2007-11-29T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:56:38.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit for our family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cUwI-lWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pTsTPp8yUdc/s1600-R/100_1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497580186899810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cUwI-lWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iQpfVH2cXMc/s320/100_1304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cVgI-lXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6gL9YM4zoUo/s1600-R/100_1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497593071801714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cVgI-lXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PJ0Y1T_nb4U/s320/100_1308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cWwI-lYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/F9C9s7dHR-Q/s1600-R/100_1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497614546638210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cWwI-lYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/w7_E0c6f1QA/s320/100_1311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cXQI-lZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/66hijVj-qZY/s1600-R/100_1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497623136572818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cXQI-lZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FhxeI787Ifs/s320/100_1319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cYAI-laI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mbAlB-gb4SI/s1600-R/100_1313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497636021474722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cYAI-laI/AAAAAAAAAOc/o6b2-CL8WfY/s320/100_1313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Ladies Auxiliary from the VFW in Kalamazoo heard of Kevin's illness and knew he would be off of work for a long time. They have known of Taylor and all she does for the military and when they found out that we had to stop sending packages until Kevin can get back to work, they decided to have a fund raising benefit for our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It was very humbling to say the least, but we were very grateful. It was a nice evening with karaoke(not sure if I spelled that right) There were some patriotic songs sung, some in Taylor's honor. Then, Taylor jumped up on the stage and sang her little heart out to the song Proud to be an American. Everyone stood for her while she sang, and several of the veterans that were there, well, they walked to the other side of the VFW because they were left in tears from her heartfelt song. Later on, she got her brother Tanner up and they sang together Toby Keith's Red White and Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tanner even got up and danced with Ashley!!! The kid has never even danced with his momma! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We are so thankful for those that came out to help us, many didn't even know us, they just heard of Taylor's story and came out to help. THANK YOU for being there for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-276773455097418907?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/276773455097418907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=276773455097418907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/276773455097418907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/276773455097418907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/11/benefit-for-our-family.html' title='Benefit for our family'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-cUwI-lWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iQpfVH2cXMc/s72-c/100_1304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1952845682105933761</id><published>2007-11-29T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:57:01.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran Appreciation Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-YbAI-lVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/DnbSydPDVDs/s1600-R/100_1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138493289514571090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-YbAI-lVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CetSMy3INSA/s320/100_1299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Our town of Mendon held a dinner for the Veterans and Taylor was invited. It was a wonderful evening and an eye opener for us, we didn't know we had that many veterans around us! Taylor was in awe of the men she sat with. It also gave her more incentive for her project of getting the veterans stories told and chronicled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We had the pleasure of listening to Cpl. Cugliotta talk of his time in Iraq. Taylor wished like heck that our media would listen to people like him, or Major B or any of the guys that are serving in Iraq now and can SEE the difference being made. Cpl. Cugliotta talked of how from his first tour to his second tour, a huge difference was made. When he first was over there, the streets were literally a bloody mess, no markets open....nothing. On his second tour, the same place, markets were opened, children were playing. He spoke of many things, many things you will NEVER see on our TV's because the mess of Britney Spears is so much more important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It was a great evening and one that Taylor was very honored to have been invited to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1952845682105933761?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1952845682105933761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1952845682105933761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1952845682105933761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1952845682105933761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/11/veteran-appreciation-dinner.html' title='Veteran Appreciation Dinner'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-YbAI-lVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CetSMy3INSA/s72-c/100_1299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3920536491511589085</id><published>2007-11-29T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:57:20.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-WQAI-lUI/AAAAAAAAANs/qWk0wI6XX_c/s1600-R/100_1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138490901512754498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-WQAI-lUI/AAAAAAAAANs/jJp-zLnzC7s/s320/100_1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;For Veterans Day, we went to the Kalamazoo ceremony. It was very cold and very windy, but there was a good turnout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We made sure to walk around and shake the hands of the Veterans, and to thank them for their service. We came upon a very old man. His face was wrinkled and told of his age, but when we shook his hand, his grip was firm and his eyes were so young looking. When we thanked him for his service, his eyes watered and he said that he had a hard time remembering anything anymore, but he knows what he did was worth it. While he may not have remembered in his head what he did, by how his eyes shined and how proud he was to wear his veterans hat, we know his soul remembers. We were very blessed that day to meet WW11 Sam Poland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3920536491511589085?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3920536491511589085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3920536491511589085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3920536491511589085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3920536491511589085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/11/meeting-sam.html' title='Meeting Sam'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/R0-WQAI-lUI/AAAAAAAAANs/jJp-zLnzC7s/s72-c/100_1293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-1723474631802094513</id><published>2007-11-11T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:57:47.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Star Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHWPNxsTI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xj5DoQ4SZ9M/s1600-h/100_1283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131789485267333426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHWPNxsTI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xj5DoQ4SZ9M/s320/100_1283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHWvNxsUI/AAAAAAAAANU/ilI8ZpMg6t8/s1600-h/100_1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131789493857268034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHWvNxsUI/AAAAAAAAANU/ilI8ZpMg6t8/s320/100_1284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHW_NxsVI/AAAAAAAAANc/wDAEQb6HHVI/s1600-h/100_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131789498152235346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHW_NxsVI/AAAAAAAAANc/wDAEQb6HHVI/s320/100_1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHXfNxsWI/AAAAAAAAANk/LLQahNQua-U/s1600-h/100_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131789506742169954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHXfNxsWI/AAAAAAAAANk/LLQahNQua-U/s320/100_1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Saturday, Nov 10th, what a special day. We were invited to a Blue Star Mothers Support the Troops Day. This chapter, has held several drives for supplies and today was the day they were going to be packing them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It was also the day that 3 Blue Star families were being presented to Gold Star families. Two of these families we know. Taylor was asked to be part of the presentation and she was more then honored. The first family we know, because of their son's deep love for his country and ultimately his supreme sacrifice, that we were brought to the Patriot Guard Riders. The family of Gabriel DeRoo, who we will always hold close in our hearts was the first family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The other family was of Louis Costillo. At this young man's service, Taylor had the honor of presenting the Patriot Guard Riders plaque of appreciation to his family. Very very hard thing to do, but she was strong and brave as she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This was an emotional day, but an extremely gratifying day. There were hundreds of very big boxes packed full going out to our troops over seas and we were there helping, together as a family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-1723474631802094513?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/1723474631802094513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=1723474631802094513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1723474631802094513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/1723474631802094513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/11/blue-star-mothers.html' title='Blue Star Mothers'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfHWPNxsTI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xj5DoQ4SZ9M/s72-c/100_1283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8949405732280471713</id><published>2007-11-11T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:58:16.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day at Dad's work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfDE_NxsRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6UUTQvzeJt4/s1600-h/100_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131784790868078866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfDE_NxsRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6UUTQvzeJt4/s320/100_1281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfDFvNxsSI/AAAAAAAAANE/CIIa6U63jKM/s1600-h/100_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131784803752980770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfDFvNxsSI/AAAAAAAAANE/CIIa6U63jKM/s320/100_1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On Friday, Nov. 9th, Taylor's dad's work, American Axle, had their flag ceremony for Veterans Day. They do a first shift ceremony and a second shift ceremony. We were able to make sure that Taylor was there for the second ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She stood the line, small as she is, next to some of our country's greatest generation. They did the firing squad, and I am fairly certain that protocol was broken in letting Taylor stand with them as they did so.......but they let her have the honor of being with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor's dad is recovering very well from his heart surgery. It has been a long hard ordeal for us as a family, but I am very proud as I type this, Taylor troopered on through all this and I got her report card, all A's and B's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8949405732280471713?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8949405732280471713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8949405732280471713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8949405732280471713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8949405732280471713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/11/veterans-day-at-dads-work.html' title='Veterans Day at Dad&apos;s work'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RzfDE_NxsRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6UUTQvzeJt4/s72-c/100_1281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3174528043067871976</id><published>2007-10-12T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:58:44.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the cost of war up close</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It was brought to my attention that the story of Taylor visiting the National Naval Medical Center is not on the blog. I have been meaning to do this now for awhile, but with Kevin being down and out, I just haven't had the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Good news, Kevin did have his open heart surgery on Monday, Oct 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; *one year to the date that Taylor was sworn in as the mighty Marine she is, so we figured this was a good omen* and Kevin is doing wonderful! He will probably even be able to come home on Sunday. We are so proud of how strong Taylor's dad has been through this, and how brave he has been. He says it is because of the courage of Taylor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Last Oct. Taylor had to go to the National Institute of Health for a weeks worth of medical testing. Word got out by a retired Gunny of her and that she was going to be in the DC area. He got in contact with the National Naval Medical Center and I got a phone call from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SSgt&lt;/span&gt;. wanting to know if there was a way that Taylor could get into the hospital to visit our wounded heroes. HECK YEAH was Taylor's answer to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I had talked with Taylor ahead of time about going there, as I was told flat out that she would be witnessing some heavy duty things. She assured me she wanted to go, she wanted to encourage her guys to get well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NNMC&lt;/span&gt; and as we were ushered into an office, Marines just swarmed Taylor. All shaking her hand, teasing her and treating her just like one of the guys. I immediately felt at ease with these guys. I was pulled aside by a Lt. Col. who wanted to talk to me a bit, he was concerned about how Taylor was going to actually handle what she was going to see. That was the first time I started to feel a bit nervous and after him explaining to me just how badly some of these guys were torn up, there was a slight twinge in me wondering if I was doing the wrong thing. I glanced at Taylor and she was this tiny little thing in the middle of all these big bad Marines, but she was standing tall and holding her ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We went up the floor and there was a slight buzz going on with her being there. There was one young man that had heard Taylor was coming and he just had surgery. His roommate was not doing well, so he had his dad get him into a wheelchair to bring him out to the hall to meet her. I was taken back, and on the verge of tears of this. This young man grimaced in pain sitting in that wheelchair, but he did so, so that he may meet my daughter. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We were all standing around and I looked around and I didn't see Taylor. I asked where she was and they told me that they had taken her into a room already. I really wanted to be in there with her, because I just didn't know what she was going to see. I walked into the room and and what I saw made my heart go right to my throat. I started screaming in my head to get my daughter out of there. That is, until my mind really comprehended what my eyes were seeing and most importantly, what Taylor was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The very first room Taylor was taken into, was of a young man who suffered a gun shot wound to the head. There is no mistaking what his injury was. I was overcome and started to cry. You can hear about wounds, you can hear about the guys coming back hurt, but unless you actually see it for yourself, you have NO idea. As an adult, I was trying to take it in and I was trying so hard to not leave the room. I looked at Taylor and she was standing right beside the head of the bed. This young man couldn't talk and he even had a hard time with his eyes focusing in on one area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor was talking TO him, not AT him. She stood there, looking at him, not in fear of what was in front of her. She stood there with pure compassion for one of her fellow Marines, one of her fellow Americans. She talked to him, and while he could not talk, he made sounds. Taylor would wait until he was done making those sounds, and she then would talk to him again. This went on for a few minutes, and as she got ready to leave, she went to shake his hand not realizing he had no control. She held out her hand, then looked down at his hand knowing he couldn't raise it up. She took her other hand and brought his hand up to hers, and then she placed her tiny little hand around his and held it. She laid it back down and rubbed the top of his hand, and as she walked by his legs, she stopped. She turned around, put her hand on his leg and looked at his face and said very clearly, very Marine like, 'Don't give up, don't ever give up' The room was completely silent and by now, I couldn't contain my tears. I had just witnessed something I can't ever describe to do justice to it. As she walked by me and headed out the door, I looked and saw that there behind me, were a whole bunch of Marines that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bottlenecked&lt;/span&gt; into the doorway and hall and I can say, I was not the only one that had tears free flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor went from room to room like that. She saw men that had no eyes, no noses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gapping&lt;/span&gt; holes. She saw up close and first hand what war costs to the human body. She never once looked away from these men, she was never afraid to talk to anyone. She stood there as tall as she could stand, and talked to these wounded Warriors with pure admiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She went into a room of an amputee. I could feel the unease in the room. I don't think he wanted us in there and I can't say that I didn't blame him. He was polite to Taylor, but in a very distant way and in a way to make his displeasure known. He was pretty straight forward with her. I am not sure what made him do it, but all of the sudden, he threw back the covers and lifted what very little was left of his leg. I got upset, as this is the one thing Taylor told me she didn't want to see. The man stared at his leg, then stared at Taylor. I can't say what he was thinking, but his face was speaking clearly. He was angry. Taylor stood there for a few seconds looking at it, then looked up at him and just as defiant as he was being with her, she said to him, 'well you know what? It could have been a heck of a lot worse'. I was ready to throw up and thought to myself.........this is NOT good. He glared at Taylor and then, then.....he broke out into the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. It filled his whole face, heck, it filled the whole room! He said to her in a completely different tone he had been using, 'You know what little lady? You are right, it could have been a heck of a lot worse'. Again, there is just no words to ever describe the feeling. When we walked out of the room, I was told that was one of the few times that young man had smiled. As we walked by the door, she looked back and he was still smiling. She stopped and sent of a perfectly executed salute to him, and he did the same back. AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That day, my daughter was shown the horrors of war. The cost of it to the body, to the soul. These guys however, also showed my daughter how strong the body and soul are, no matter what they are faced with. They never treated her like a sick child, she never treated them like a wounded being, they treated her as a person and she looked past and beyond their wounds and saw them as what they are......people. Living, breathing, hurting but strong beings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;There was a young man being presented the Purple Heart and the Commander of the hospital asked that Taylor be present for it. I couldn't believe it. I stayed out of the room as I felt I was intruding. This young man earned the Purple Heart and his family and the people close to him needed to be there for that, not squeezed around because I was in there. As the Commander was presenting the Purple Heart, he spoke of what it meant and what this young man had done and he had Taylor standing right next to him and the young man. He spoke to Taylor of this young man, so she knew of just what exactly it means. He then gave the man his Purple Heart. He then turned to the young man and explained to him about Taylor and her courage. He spoke of things she had done and things she had been through and then he presented her with the National Naval Medical Center coin. Only it wasn't the little one, it was HUGE. The young man shook Taylor's hand and told her it was a great honor to have her there and an even greater honor to be able to witness her presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When she got out into the hall way, she was mobbed by all these guys wanting to see her huge coin. They were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; of her and a few tried to bribe her to get it!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;All of the guys that were involved in her tour and getting her around, at the end of the visit, presented her with an extremely large matted and frame picture of the hospital. Each of the guys had signed the mat and wrote little notes to her on it. It is a priceless gift and one that hangs in her room and she is so proud to show it off to all the come visit. These guys were the best and I am so thankful for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;That day, once again, Taylor grew stronger and she became more determined to help out in any way that she can and will continue to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I might also mention, that this is the day that she got to meet Lt. Col. Tim Maxwell, the one that had her come down to Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lejeune&lt;/span&gt; to spend with the Wounded Warriors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have tried to figure out how to get the pictures on here from the photobucket site, but when I put them on, they are huge and I can't get them smaller. If you go to the links on the right hand side and click on Taylor's photo's, it will take you to her pics and these ones are the last few pages I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3174528043067871976?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3174528043067871976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3174528043067871976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3174528043067871976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3174528043067871976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/10/seeing-cost-of-war-up-close.html' title='Seeing the cost of war up close'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-6324521756084888918</id><published>2007-09-30T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:59:21.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin is sick, Military Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RwA4fZwUMfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JfSgz-kmoZk/s1600-h/100_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151288833520114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RwA4fZwUMfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JfSgz-kmoZk/s320/100_1260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RwA4f5wUMgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1Kirr5vRFBg/s1600-h/100_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151297423454722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RwA4f5wUMgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1Kirr5vRFBg/s320/100_1248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RwA4gZwUMhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eVZPMC8iIO0/s1600-h/100_1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116151306013389330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RwA4gZwUMhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eVZPMC8iIO0/s320/100_1249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Very sorry about not keeping up here for a bit. On Sept. 6th, Taylor's dad got admitted to the hospital and was there for 2 weeks. He is home now, on IV antibiotics and will have some major heart surgery on Oct. 8th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kevin was sick all summer long and come to find out, he got an infection in his blood from going to the dentist and having a routine cleaning and then the infection attacked his heart. He was extremely sick and not doing well at all. Our little Gunny took it pretty hard. She unfortunately understands all this stuff all to well and it hit her hard. She was extremely happy to have him come home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kevin is doing better now and once we get over this huge obstacle that has been placed in front of us, we will get back on track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Taylor was down for a bit, but she didn't let this stop her mission. Once her dad was out of the hospital, she had us go to a school board meeting with her where she stood in front of the board members and said she had noticed that there were tons of trophy's for sports and other things, but no mention of any of her school's alumni that have served in the Armed Forces. She wants that changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Taylor wants a plaque to honor those that have gone to her school, past, present and future that are serving our great country. She is also trying to secure a flag that was flown in over the capital in Washington and then once her dad recovers from his surgery and is well enough, we will go to a ball game and during half time, have a presentation of the plaque and the flag. She would like this to be a Military Appreciation Night and all those that have served be admitted free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;During our last football game, she set up a little booth and did a fund raising for the plaque and I have to say, she did quiet well. We were only there up until half time and then had to leave because her dad wasn't feeling well, so we are going to give it a try at the next game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-6324521756084888918?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/6324521756084888918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=6324521756084888918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6324521756084888918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/6324521756084888918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/09/kevin-is-sick-military-appreciation.html' title='Kevin is sick, Military Appreciation'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RwA4fZwUMfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/JfSgz-kmoZk/s72-c/100_1260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-485999367234537759</id><published>2007-09-03T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:59:38.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little down and out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, my little Gunny is a bit down and out. My mom's birthday was yesterday and it was a hard day. Taylor really misses her Gram's and today she shed many tears over it. Doesn't help that she hasn't been feeling the best lately. Her chronic fatigue has shown it's head for a little bit now and she has been really tired and not much energy. Right now, she is getting her facial swelling as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;School starts tomorrow and she is very excited about it. I on the other hand, dread it! It means that she won't be getting the rest her body demands and she will be under more pressure. She of course takes it all in stride and does her best and then some. Never wants to quit and give up, always pushing to do better and to try to stay with the other kids. I so admire her for that. To her, she doesn't realize she is even struggling at times because it has always been like this, so it just feels natural to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am sure the next couple of weeks she is going to be exhausted, but you know, she will have that million dollar smile on her face no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next week we go to the Children's Hospital in Grand Rapids for a check up. I always HATE having to go in, in fact, I always dread when we have to see a specialist. We never know what the latest is we are going to find out. But, I always hold onto the fact that she is HERE and that she has beaten the odds her whole life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-485999367234537759?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/485999367234537759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=485999367234537759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/485999367234537759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/485999367234537759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-little-down-and-out.html' title='Just a little down and out'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5844974075490143827</id><published>2007-08-31T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:59:54.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's new mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I am proud to announce Taylor has given herself a new mission, but one that will require help from all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;When I posted about Taylor meeting with Floyd, I was almost immediately contacted by Bill (the wonderful Marine who has made Taylor her great plaques). He knows a man who does archiving for the Library of Congress on our veterans. He put me in contact with his friend and through that......Taylor's new mission was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Taylor and I kept talking about what a great honor Floyd had given her not only in being her friend, but in talking to her about his time on Iwo Jima and giving her his book he wrote. We talked about his age and how many of our WW11 veterans are leaving us at a rapid rate and it will only be a matter of time before this great generation is gone and there will be no more first hand accounts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So, here is Taylor's new mission.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;She wants to contact as many WW11 veterans as possible, to make sure their stories are told and then preserved. &lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/vets/vets-home.html"&gt;http://www.loc.gov/vets/vets-home.html&lt;/a&gt; Please, check this site out and if you know of any WW11 vets, do all you can do to make sure their stories are told. Taylor will do her part, and we put out the challenge to you all to do your part in this as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We have been in contact with the man that does the archiving in our area and we are very excited in helping Taylor out on this new mission she has decided she wants to take on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5844974075490143827?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5844974075490143827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5844974075490143827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5844974075490143827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5844974075490143827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/08/taylors-new-mission.html' title='Taylor&apos;s new mission'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3909263183966290711</id><published>2007-08-18T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:00:32.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and Friends Supporting Our Military</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZ-YjTlh0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_iiBnz75k5A/s1600-h/100_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099902588303017794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZ-YjTlh0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_iiBnz75k5A/s320/100_1208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZ-ZTTlh1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6_qSDEqfPmk/s1600-h/100_1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099902601187919698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZ-ZTTlh1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6_qSDEqfPmk/s320/100_1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went to a dinner last night for the families who have those serving to show support. Taylor and I went and she brought along a special guest, Cpl Floyd Holes, the Iwo Jima veteran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When we walked in, 2 smart looking Army guys came right over to Taylor and said they had someone they wanted her to meet (she of course was in uniform!) They whisked her away and she hob knobbed with a Brig. General. She was pretty excited about that! As the ceremony started, the man in charge said he had a few people that he wanted to talk about. He introduced a handful of WW11 veterans. When he talked about Floyd (we had pulled the man aside earlier and told him about Floyd) and said he fought at Iwo Jima and was there for the flag raisings, you could hear the crowd of 120+ gasp. Floyd had such a wonderful smile as they all stood and clapped for him. Well, I would have been teary eyed anyways, but given the fact that he is one of Taylor's new friends and he was there with us.....water works time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next, the head speaker talked about Taylor and it was really unexpected because I don't know how they knew about her! To our backside was the head table and there were some very high ranking Army guys there and she got hugs from them. There was a state Senator there as well as a representative of the Purple Heart order who gave a very emotional speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEN, the Brig. General got up and asked Floyd's wife Millie to stand (we had told them she was an Army cadet nurse) Millie looked so shocked! The General wanted to point her out specifically saying that it was women like Millie that paved the way for women today and that these women from back in the day just never got the recognition they deserve. Floyd just sat there, smiling and looking so lovingly at his wife of 60 years, he then reached up and held her hand as she was standing......ok....water works again! I am not sure if Millie has ever been recognized for what she did or not. It was such a wonderful thing to be a part of, and when we got home, Taylor said 'I am so glad we took Floyd and his wife'. I am to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3909263183966290711?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3909263183966290711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3909263183966290711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3909263183966290711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3909263183966290711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/08/family-and-friends-supporting-our.html' title='Family and Friends Supporting Our Military'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZ-YjTlh0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/_iiBnz75k5A/s72-c/100_1208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5126768193780482747</id><published>2007-08-11T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:00:55.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoring a Civil War veteran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZR2zTlhxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dLAQfusP014/s1600-h/100_1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099853629970810642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZR2zTlhxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dLAQfusP014/s320/100_1202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZR3TTlhyI/AAAAAAAAAME/jJOJArlWHUU/s1600-h/100_1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099853638560745250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZR3TTlhyI/AAAAAAAAAME/jJOJArlWHUU/s320/100_1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZR3jTlhzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/16STJ_YyarU/s1600-h/100_1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099853642855712562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZR3jTlhzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/16STJ_YyarU/s320/100_1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today we went to a service dedicated to a local Civil War veteran, Private Daniel Rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He was born May 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 1843 and died on June 18, 1929 in an unmarked grave at our local cemetery. Today, his service was conducted by the March to the Sea Camp #135. Daniel was given a proper service, as well as a beautiful head stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Daniel was 'mustered' into service at Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tilden&lt;/span&gt; in White Pigeon, MI as a Private in Company A of the Eleventh Michigan Infantry on August 24, 1861 for a 3 year enlistment. He served through General Sherman's "March to the Sea" campaign. He was wounded in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Murfreesboro&lt;/span&gt;, TN but continued to serve for his entire enlistment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The rigors of Daniel's campaigns with the Eleventh Michigan Infantry impaired his health for the rest of his life. In spite of this, after his enlistment was over, he graduated from the Louisville Medical College and served with the rank of Major in the Volunteer Medical Service Corps during WW1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In digging through records on Daniel's life, an incredible find was made in that someone somewhere found a bundle FULL of letters AND pictures Daniel had written to home. He wrote home as often as he could to his mother and one letter even had a picture of John Wilkes Booth in it. He wrote to his mother of going to a theatre and seeing this actor and he wanted his mother to see him. Not realizing he had met and shook hands with the man that would soon take the life of our great President Lincoln. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I believe we will be going to the college that holds all this precious history. It was so interesting. As we stood in the very old section of the cemetery, with many markers with deaths recorded around the early 1800's it dawned on us, just how many of our veterans lay unmarked? How many lay and are unnamed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Taylor was sure to go to the Civil War &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enactors&lt;/span&gt; and thanked them for preserving our history how they do, then walked to VFW veteran's and thanked them as well. They all just beamed in telling her it was of great honor they did what they did. So amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(pictures to come once I figure out the mess Kodak made of my software and pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5126768193780482747?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5126768193780482747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5126768193780482747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5126768193780482747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5126768193780482747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/08/honoring-civil-war-veteran.html' title='Honoring a Civil War veteran'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZR2zTlhxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dLAQfusP014/s72-c/100_1202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2055492845200818210</id><published>2007-08-10T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:01:14.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iwo Jima Veteran, a real American Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZQSDTlhvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Slv8PVkrJog/s1600-h/100_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099851899098990322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZQSDTlhvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Slv8PVkrJog/s320/100_1198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZQSjTlhwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yPxtWvILkLg/s1600-h/100_1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099851907688924930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZQSjTlhwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yPxtWvILkLg/s320/100_1197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Taylor got the true blessing of being able to sit down and talk to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; veteran, Mr. Floyd Holes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I can't even begin to say enough wonderful things about this man and his wife, Millie, who opened up their home for us to come in and visit and shared some home made lemonade and let Taylor hear some stories of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Floyd was a communicator for the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Marines 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Division and as we asked questions, he never once hesitated or faltered in just what he had or wanted to say. It was as if things happened yesterday and he was very clear. He has some very strong feelings and he shared those along with some of his personal experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He was on the island for 33 hard days of fighting, he came in on the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wave of the attack. He got a bit quiet when he talked about coming in on the beach, and Taylor and I understood perfectly why and at that time, asked no questions.....none needed to be asked for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Floyd was standing right there as they raised the first flag and was still there doing his work when they came up and took it down and raised the infamous 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; flag. He is actually standing just outside of the photo. It is felt that he is the last living Marine that was standing right there for both flag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;raisings&lt;/span&gt;. He kind of laughed when he talked about the flag &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;raisings&lt;/span&gt;. He said the 1st one didn't cause much of a stir, but once the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; one went up, the Japanese put up a small protest as he called it. He got a bit quiet when he said, we then of course put a stop to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He could recall people's names without hesitation, those he stood by, those he talked to, those he was friends with, those that were lost. He spoke with true conviction on the taking of Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Suribachi&lt;/span&gt; in saying that had the Marines not taken control of that, the atomic bomb would not have gone off when it did and that the Japanese would have come in and attacked America and we would have been under Japanese rule. He talked a bit about the atomic bomb and its devastation. Floyd looked right at Taylor and told her that while the atomic bomb killed thousands and thousands, it saved probably millions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He felt that the communicators had a very important job and a very important role in how things played out. Behind every decision that was made by a General, it was up to a communicator to make sure that the decision got sent out in code properly and to where it needed to go. He laughed about how they had to do things back then compared to now. He just shook his head when he spoke of the vast difference in how communication is now from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He spoke of his brothers and his mother and how hard it had to be for her. All 3 of them were off in different battles and there was no way to get word back how there is today. One brother fought at Guadalcanal, the other brother fought with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McArthur&lt;/span&gt; and he at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt;. Floyd spoke so lovingly of his brothers and of his Marine comrades. He had a few things to say about the people they had to fight and how feelings were back then and how they are still there today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He sat down and painstakingly wrote a book about his time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; and what happened before and after, it is called The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; Communicators and he gave Taylor a copy of it and signed it. In it, there are many many pictures. Sitting there looking through the pictures with him almost seemed surreal. Here we were sitting with one of our nations greatest, listening AND looking at our American history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There was on moment that I think will always stand out in my head. Taylor and Floyd were sitting right next to each other and she asked him how long he was in the Marines for. He told her proudly 3 1/2 years, they were hard fighting times, but ones he would never give up. She then asked him what his rank was. Before he answered, he asked what hers was and when she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;GySgt&lt;/span&gt;, he sat up tall and got this huge smile on his face. He then told her he was a PFC up until the day he got out, and that day he finally got his promotion. He and Taylor looked at each other and just laughed. It was something I guess that only those 2 understood, and it was a moment that was just between those 2. She leaned into him and he put his arm around her and gave her a good squeeze, both of them smiling. To see someone so young and someone so old, but they had an understanding between them and it was just a really neat and precious moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When he got back, he got sick and had TB, he believes from a prisoner of war. He spent a whole year in the hospital. He then taught the communication code and said still to this day, he can be somewhere and he will hear a certain sound or tone, and his fingers literally start to move as if he were doing code again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He went back there for the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt; anniversary and talked about how that was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Other things were talked about and Taylor got a real history lesson, one that would never be taught nor learned in a classroom, but most of all she gained a new precious friend. We are making plans to go out for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Amazingly enough, we found out that yet another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; veteran lives maybe 20 minutes from us and we have been in contact with him and he is very excited about meeting Taylor. Floyd was a communicator and a few times had to be infantry and fight, but I believe that our next meeting with the other veteran will be a different type of story. But, I will tell about that after we meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have pictures of Taylor and Floyd and will get them on her and in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;photobucket&lt;/span&gt; once I can figure out what upgrading my Kodak software did. It has gone through and erased almost all of my pictures on the computer and did a funky set up thing that even the Kodak people can't really help with. So, once I can get that worked out I will get the pictures up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2055492845200818210?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2055492845200818210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2055492845200818210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2055492845200818210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2055492845200818210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/08/iwo-jima-veteran-real-american-hero.html' title='Iwo Jima Veteran, a real American Hero'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RsZQSDTlhvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Slv8PVkrJog/s72-c/100_1198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-5286344466656035750</id><published>2007-07-28T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:01:36.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Grampy shaving.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqulMKinP3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y5-zgezAN5Y/s1600-h/100_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092345432079023986" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqulM6inP6I/AAAAAAAAALM/moP2tDES6Tc/s320/100_1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqulNKinP7I/AAAAAAAAALU/Ckh9tnwiTUo/s1600-h/100_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092345449258893234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqulNKinP7I/AAAAAAAAALU/Ckh9tnwiTUo/s320/100_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-5286344466656035750?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/5286344466656035750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=5286344466656035750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5286344466656035750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/5286344466656035750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-grampy-shaving_28.html' title='More Grampy shaving.......'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqulMKinP3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y5-zgezAN5Y/s72-c/100_1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3880297737299571244</id><published>2007-07-28T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:02:23.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USMC TOYS FOR TOTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqugiainPuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X0Zz7i3nHtg/s1600-h/100_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092340316772974306" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqugjainPxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/z_AX92K6vG0/s320/100_1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Rqugj6inPyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RxV2UdsdwKQ/s1600-h/100_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092340342542778146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/Rqugj6inPyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RxV2UdsdwKQ/s320/100_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last weekend we went to a Toys for Tots motorcycle run and it was a blast. The weather was just right and there were many bikes out that day, showing their support for Toys for Tots. We even managed to get a picture of 'Santa' from behind so you all can see what he looks like in the summer!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taylor and Tanner went around the parking lot and inside the American Legion asking for donations to shave Grumpy. They were able to collect $219 in doing this and let me tell you, they had so much fun shaving Grumpy, or Grampy as Taylor calls him. Tanner did a checker board on the back of his head and Taylor did lines in his beard and mustache. Very funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taylor got a 'smoky hat' given to her while there, we just need to work on getting it back into shape. In the picture, it is pretty funny to see it bent out of shape and she was trying to be all GUNNY in it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We sent in the checks that Taylor has been collecting and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am proud to say that all in all, Taylor was able to raise more then $2000 to send to Hope For the Warriors and $500 to her beloved &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; If there is anyone out there that would like to still donate, you can do so! These two fabulous organizations will always need the money and will always need help. Supporting our troops while deployed and supporting them should they come back wounded, it is the best feeling knowing you are making a difference for them........help out if and when you can!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of last year's success in the blanket drive for the troops, we are in the process of looking up manufactures of blankets and sheets and contacting them directly and asking for donations of sheets and blankets and pillow cases. If anyone can help in giving us a name, number or website to go to, please please help us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3880297737299571244?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3880297737299571244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3880297737299571244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3880297737299571244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3880297737299571244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/07/usmc-toys-for-tots.html' title='USMC TOYS FOR TOTS'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqugiainPuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X0Zz7i3nHtg/s72-c/100_1167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-2148278355498805259</id><published>2007-07-19T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:04:23.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B-17 Bomber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9YLfF1qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4JDqSIfJUqc/s1600-h/000_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089135064538011298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9YLfF1qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4JDqSIfJUqc/s320/000_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9YrfF1rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J6hcHp9lWys/s1600-h/000_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089135073127945906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9YrfF1rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/J6hcHp9lWys/s320/000_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9ZbfF1sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XqGsx1KHl9w/s1600-h/100_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089135086012847810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9ZbfF1sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XqGsx1KHl9w/s320/100_1151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9ZrfF1tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7uIrYID8lag/s1600-h/000_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089135090307815122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9ZrfF1tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7uIrYID8lag/s320/000_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9aLfF1uI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jqXMwtovXMk/s1600-h/000_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089135098897749730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9aLfF1uI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jqXMwtovXMk/s320/000_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Today was an exceptional day to say the least. The the Kalamazoo Air Zoo, they had a B-17 come in. (Several years back, they also had a B-52 come in as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Taylor and I hopped in the van and I sped the whole way, praying for no police. We got to the tarmac just in time to see the B-17 come into view and then touch down right in front of us! Talk about a glorious site and sound...knowing we were looking at history. Come to find out, there are now only 9 of these beautiful birds flight worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Taylor stood there just so excited. The bomber taxied down and then came back to where we were standing. The airport is undergoing some sort of major renovations out on their runways and from the main runway to where the plane had to come was a MAJOR swatch of dirt. We watched her slowly inch up to the dirt and then stop. We heard her engines rev up and she moved a tiny bit, but then nothing. Seems that the dirt was more then just dirt, it was soft and the plane actually started to settle down into the dirt. So, they shut down all four engines and brought out one of those plane mover thingies. They got it all hooked up and it tried to pull it out and it couldn't. Pretty soon, we saw on of the big pieces of equipment they were using out for excavating come hook on and pulled it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;They pulled it right by Taylor and we saw her name, Yankee Lady. So shiny, so beautiful. Pretty soon the doors opened and all these men poured out of her. They unloaded some stuff from her and then opened up her bomb doors and that is when Taylor got really excited! Now mind you, this child sits and watches the Military Channel all the time, and she has a special interest in these type of flying craft, so she is telling me what is what. A couple of the guys noticed her almost trying to melt through the fence and told her to come on aro...................before they could finish the word around, Taylor was through those gate doors and headed up to the Yankee Lady's nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;They told her that they had a special group of guys coming in to see this plane. Special group? Try several chartered buses FULL of WW11 Veterans! We stood in complete AWE as we were soon completely surrounded by real American Heroes. This was a huge reunion of The Mighty Eighth. Taylor climbed on up into that plane and I followed her. Talk about transforming you right away to a whole different time and era, it was a weird feeling. Taylor even turned around and asked me 'Do you feel it?' Now, neither her nor I know what we felt, but we both know we felt it. There were veteran's in front of her and behind us so we sort of hurried through the plane. Talk about a tight squeeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We got out and we just talked with the guys that flew in on the plane and we stood around and listened to the rest of the guys talk to each other. Many came up and talked with Taylor, but it was more of a 'HI how are you doing sweetie' type of thing, they just didn't realize Taylor isn't your typical girl. Pretty soon, one of the guys told her to go back up in the plane and we soon found out why. Sitting up in there was a pilot, one that flew these very planes. He took the time to show Taylor what was what and what did what. It was so fascinating. Taylor stood there soaking it all up, to much in awe to really say much. Then, a really old man came climbing up behind us and he sat down, he kind of looked around. The whole time he was looking around, his face was changing. All of the sudden, he just sobbed. I am talking a gut wrenching sob. Even writing this now, I am crying just thinking about it. He tried to talk, but the words just didn't come out. Taylor and I stood back as far as we could (which was only about another inch from where we were!) He got himself composed as best he could, and he started talking. There were obviously only a few of us there, but it was like he wasn't talking to anyone in particular. This was the first time he had been back in one of these since his last mission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;He said 'Oh God, the memories, the memories' He started to almost caress the metal of the plane, he ran his fingers over the small window opening where he was at. He stood up and looked out the dome above us. He then said something unexpected, 'I have missed this so'. This whole time he was crying, I thought he was crying over painful memories. He wasn't, he was crying because he loved what he did so much, he was so proud of what he had done and he really missed it. It was such an overwhelming powerful moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, by then, a few more people were trying to peek up from below so Taylor and I moved to the back to let those that really belonged there have their time. We were able to go more slowly through this time and Taylor was able to really check things out. All I heard from her over and over again was....'this IS COOL'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We got outside and an old man walked up to us. He told us that on his 17th mission, as they were leaving (and I don't know where he said they were leaving from, understandably he was a bit hard to understand) they had a 'minor' mid air collision. Minor midair collision? Is there such a thing as minor? LOL He said they were able to keep going on, but the other plane fell. Again, minor?! He said it was a 'one way' mission and they knew it. Both Taylor and my eyes were just glued to him, holy cow! He said they got near Russia and they were shot down. He told us his squadron had 80% loss. He looked back up at the plane and then he just shook Taylor's hand and walked away. I wanted to run after him yelling WAIT WAIT TELL US MORE, but I figured, he told us what he had to and that was that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We knew the plane was getting ready to go out for a fly, so Taylor called up her dad and told him he HAD to come watch this. So, Dad and Tanner said they would come. They were lucky, they made it just in time to see the Yankee Lady pull out and take off. They fired up the engines and it sat there for a good 15 minutes just running. Everyone was so quiet, just taking in this amazing machinery in front of us. I looked through the front glass (I am not Taylor, I don't know the proper names to things!) And I will be darned if there wasn't one of those WW11 veterans sitting in there! Then I looked up to the top dome and there was another, standing up and looking out! Taylor and I talked about how excited those men must have been. They were able to be in 'their element', they were home again so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There was no way they were going to get stuck this time and there was no way they were going to accept a pull out, they told us they were 'going for it'. They told everyone to stand back because dirt was going to be flying.....they reved up those engines and just shot right over the dirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We got to watch her take off. It is amazing when you are at this big airport and the whole time you are standing out there with a WW11 bomber, you are right next to a run way that has commercial airliners taking off and landing. These things are so powerful and so loud and so dang fast. The Yankee Lady had a sound all her own. She slowly rolled out and it looked like a turtle pace compared to the big liners. She slowly left the runway and just glided into the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We sat and talked with one of the crew for a bit until we got to watch the Yankee Lady come gliding back down just as smooth and slowly as she took off. Taylor kept saying how neat it would have been to hear and see a whole bunch of them together and flying in formation. He told us that after his last mission, when he came down into where he landed, there were 100 and 100's of those planes, all being scrapped. What a complete shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When they taxied in, they decided to go off to another place because they did not want to go through the dreaded dirt again, they said that the plane did NOT like it. So what was really cool was, when we got to where it was, we basically had the whole plane to ourselves and Taylor was able to go up with her Dad and brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I have pictures on her photobucket site. What a COOL day to have! We spent darn near close to 5 hours there and wish we could have had more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-2148278355498805259?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/2148278355498805259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=2148278355498805259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2148278355498805259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/2148278355498805259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/07/b-17-bomber.html' title='B-17 Bomber'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RqA9YLfF1qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4JDqSIfJUqc/s72-c/000_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-3411125318701077188</id><published>2007-07-15T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:53:40.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather a bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My little Gunny is under the weather a bit.  She is down and from past history, it will be a slow couple of days before she starts to rebound.  If not, we have to call in the Dr. for help.  She is going through the one thing that is a mystery and out of all the doctors we have seen her whole life, we can't get any type of answer for this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Taylor will get really tired and have no energy.  She then will start to get pale and her face will swell up.  Especially around her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is what is going on now.  Sometimes she will get put on antibiotics for it and sometimes not.  The antibiotics are a whole scary story for us.  Taylor has basically been on antibiotics her whole life it seems.  I am not talking a dose here and there, it is sometimes for months at a time.  Or, be on one and as soon as the dosing is done, she does well for a few weeks and then the same thing is back again, so she has to be put back on.  There are many of the antibiotics that simply do not work with her any longer as her system has gotten immune to them.   This is actually a tad bit alarming and very scary for us.  She is only 13 and already immune to several antibiotics.  Antibiotics that she might need in the future for her heart condition.  We have had to go up to some pretty big guns so to speak to help her out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Her whole system at times takes such a hit and has been damaged.  As a mom, I wish I had that magic wand that I could just pull over her and it could tell me exactly what is wrong and the exact thing we need to do for it.  I see her so tired, I see her so incredibly white and I see her face swell and it makes me sad because I know it is going to be weeks for her to feel normal again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;On a good note though, contact has been made with BOTH of the Iwo Jima veterans and we will hopefully be getting together very soon.  Maybe this will give Taylor that little extra umph she needs to start feeling better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-3411125318701077188?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/3411125318701077188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=3411125318701077188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3411125318701077188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/3411125318701077188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/07/under-weather-bit.html' title='Under the weather a bit'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-8549766992102329938</id><published>2007-07-10T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:51:43.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HONOR COURAGE AND COMMITMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RpRFkEXhusI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C6HPqz2ORYY/s1600-h/mt_reup_800_070702_287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085766365158161090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RpRFkEXhusI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C6HPqz2ORYY/s320/mt_reup_800_070702_287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Taylor read this story online, she smiled and said 'that is Honor, Courage and Commitment' She told me to remind her of this story when she was 'whining' about something. (I don't know what she meant, this little Gunny doesn't whine much about anything anymore!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cpl. re-enlists right after bomb shatters legBy John Hoellwarth - Staff writerPosted : Tuesday Jul 3, 2007 16:28:29 EDTSgt. Andy Hurt /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marine CorpsCpl. Gareth Hawkins, 23, takes his oath of enlistment from a casuatly litter. Hawkins' leg was shattered when a roadside bomb hit his vehicle. He is a member of 3rd Battalion, 1st Marines, currently conducting counter-insurgency operations in Iraq's Anbar province with the 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A corporal refused to be medically evacuated before he re-enlisted in the surgical station after a massive roadside bomb hit his vehicle near Karmah, Iraq, shattering his right leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on a stretcher with his right hand raised, Cpl. Gareth Hawkins, with 3rd Battalion, 1st Marines, took the oath of enlistment with the backdrop of fellow leathernecks whispering “[expletive] motivating, man…,” and “that’s crazy,” according to a June 29 Marine Corps news story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawkins, in the news story, was quoted as saying he re-enlisted at that moment “cause it’s motivating. I was going to re-enlist anyway, this is what I wanted to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was conducting counter-insurgency operations the morning of June 29 with Battalion Landing Team 3/1’s Lima Company, when the bomb hit the vehicle, wounding Hawkins and two other Marines. Hawkins was ready to be flown out for medical care when he demanded to be re-enlisted by battalion staff, more than eight miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hawkins just got hit in a major blast that could’ve killed him,” 1st Sgt. Gary Moran was quoted as saying. “And, he said, ‘First sergeant, I don’t want to fly out … I want to go to [the Combat Post] first.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hawkins’ platoon commander, 1st Lt. Warren Frank, read the oath to the corporal in the packed surgical area. After the abbreviated ceremony, Hawkins was immediately carried out and evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This Marine’s decision to re-enlist [under these circumstances] embodies our core values of honor, courage and commitment,” Sgt. Maj. Carlton Kent, sergeant major of the Marine Corps, said in a written statement. “This Marine is truly the backbone of our Corps. It’s because of Marines like Cpl. Hawkins that [the Corps’] war fighting legacy will continue well into the future.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawkins is one of 12 leathernecks with the 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit who have re-enlisted since the unit deployed from San Diego aboard the ships of the Bonhomme Richard Expeditionary Strike Group on April 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unit’s career retention specialists are quick to add that “many more re-enlistments are pending,” so there’s no telling what the final tally will be by the time the unit returns home to Camp Pendleton, Calif., MEU spokeswoman Capt. Pamela Marshall said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-8549766992102329938?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/8549766992102329938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=8549766992102329938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8549766992102329938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/8549766992102329938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/07/honor-courage-and-commitment.html' title='HONOR COURAGE AND COMMITMENT'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RpRFkEXhusI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C6HPqz2ORYY/s72-c/mt_reup_800_070702_287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-9153220740654261039</id><published>2007-07-05T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:57:37.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July has come and gone.  We as a family had a whole meaning brought to us this year on what the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; really means, and we reflected on just how lucky we are as Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We were sort of overcome with emotion at the parade.  We sat right at the beginning, and 2 huge floats came by us.  I wish I had my camera but didn't.  On these floats were veteran's from all eras.  Up in the very front was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; veteran.  When these floats went by, we stood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; and started to clap out loud.  We were afraid we would be standing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amongst&lt;/span&gt; some of the same low caliber  people that did not stand at the Memorial Parade and respect our veterans but sure did stand up and clap and holler for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;scoopers&lt;/span&gt;.  This was a fear that was unfounded because all around us, people stood and clapped.  We were standing kitty corner to where the floats were pulling out of, so when they got onto the road, we were one of the first they saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Many of those men made eye contact with us, and there were several that were just over come with the applause they were getting.  It was very emotional.  Many of them nodded and gave thumbs up to Taylor and Tanner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Later that night, we talked a bit about how neat it was to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; veteran, along with many of the older veterans, as we know we are losing many of them at a very fast rate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We went out to eat tonight and in the middle of dinner Taylor stood up and walked around the table.  She sort of headed off and I called her back.  I asked her what she was doing and she said 'I saw a man with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; hat on and I need to go talk to him'.  I asked her if it was a younger man and she said 'no mom, he is old and he is a veteran'.  So, she had me go with her and we walked up to a table that had 4 very old gentlemen sitting there.  I excused our intrusion, and said that I had a Gunny that believed she saw a fellow brother with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; cap come in earlier and she wanted to talk to him.  One man raised his hand then pulled out his hat.  He said 'it is me'  Taylor went right over to him, shook his hand and said very loudly so EVERYONE in the surrounding tables could hear, 'Thank you sir, thank you for everything'  That man smiled so huge.  He then pointed around the table and told us they were all brothers!  Two were in the Marines and one was in the Army.  WOW!  Taylor's eyes got huge and she told them this was a great honor for her to be surrounded by such great men, then went around and shook each of their hands.  We then asked if they were in the parade in the town we went to and they were the very same ones we stood in awe of the day before and this was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jima&lt;/span&gt; veteran we had seen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;There was an elderly lady sitting with them (she was never introduced so we don't know who she was)  but she asked if Taylor had been in the paper on many occasions, I told her yes she had.  She then leaned her head in and said to the men, 'this is the little girl we have talked about'  At that, I kid you not, all 3 of them gave HER a salute and then thanked HER!  She took it in stride, but man, I had tears!  What a great treat it was.  We didn't want to bother them any longer, so we gave another thank you and walked off.  We pulled the waiter off to the side and slipped some money to him and told him it was to go towards the bill for that table, and the waiter asked what he was to tell them.  We just said, 'tell them we said THANK YOU'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Now as I write this, I wish we would have gotten some names, as it is clear they live somewhere in the area and I think of all the history these men hold with them.  I think of the greatness they can tell......maybe we will have to try to do some investigating somehow and see if we can't get Taylor around them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-9153220740654261039?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/9153220740654261039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=9153220740654261039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/9153220740654261039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/9153220740654261039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-4385949779713590827</id><published>2007-06-27T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:29:08.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6Z0XhukI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ybnfAbOctM8/s1600-h/100_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080828282344159810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6Z0XhukI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ybnfAbOctM8/s320/100_1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6aUXhulI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9KojICrnr2Y/s1600-h/100_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080828290934094418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6aUXhulI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9KojICrnr2Y/s320/100_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6a0XhumI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mulLb7uU3G8/s1600-h/100_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080828299524029026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6a0XhumI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mulLb7uU3G8/s320/100_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6bUXhunI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n7ljXQJfwhg/s1600-h/100_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080828308113963634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6bUXhunI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n7ljXQJfwhg/s320/100_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6b0XhuoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XTZQJjVzPzY/s1600-h/100_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080828316703898242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6b0XhuoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/XTZQJjVzPzY/s320/100_1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A few more pictures, then the rest will be on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photobucket&lt;/span&gt; site listed in Taylor's links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6021679156894117088-4385949779713590827?l=proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/feeds/4385949779713590827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6021679156894117088&amp;postID=4385949779713590827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4385949779713590827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6021679156894117088/posts/default/4385949779713590827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proudyoungamerican.blogspot.com/2007/06/few-more-pictures.html' title='Few more pictures'/><author><name>marinemom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK6Z0XhukI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ybnfAbOctM8/s72-c/100_1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6021679156894117088.post-812402606378982033</id><published>2007-06-27T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:14:40.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AnySoldier trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK27EXhufI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wf8nsccFe_A/s1600-h/100_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080824455528298994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK27EXhufI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wf8nsccFe_A/s320/100_1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK28EXhugI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KzxGcDAu3y0/s1600-h/100_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080824472708168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK28EXhugI/AAAAAAAAAHc/KzxGcDAu3y0/s320/100_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK280XhuhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vqBLk_fUbOY/s1600-h/100_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080824485593070098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK280XhuhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vqBLk_fUbOY/s320/100_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK29kXhuiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4HOAf4qOUi0/s1600-h/100_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080824498477972002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK29kXhuiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4HOAf4qOUi0/s320/100_1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK2-UXhujI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PX-Gu3UmGXo/s1600-h/100_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080824511362873906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLo7G-zEucM/RoK2-UXhujI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PX-Gu3UmGXo/s320/100_1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We just got back from Missouri for a fund raising for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anysoldier&lt;/span&gt;.com What a weekend!!! Not enough time or space to write about everything, but it was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We got to meet Marty Horn and his wonderful wife Sue and beautiful daughter Sasha for the first time, we have talked with Marty several times but this was the first in meeting him. Talk about a family devoting their time to this country! They are tireless and selfless in making sure that our troops are taken care of, and taken care of good! They have put their whole lives into &lt;a href="http://www.anysoldier.com/"&gt;http://www.anysoldier.com/&lt;/a&gt; to make sure that ALL of our troops know they are appreciated and not forgotten, no matter what the crap news reports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday, we got to meet Lt. Col. Mitch 'Taco' Bell. VERY COOL! Tanner doesn't impress easily and he was completely smitten with Taco! Taylor couldn't wait for Saturday when she would get to see her beloved Major Pain again! It was SUPPOSED to be that she got up bright and early and there would be a police escort and a hummer waiting to take her to the airport to surprise Major Pain, then whisk those two back to the opening ceremony. As fate would have it, Major Pain's flight was delayed and he had to spend some lovely time sitting in the terminal with the cleaning lady with a huge mole, telling her whole life story to him. (is this karma? ROFL!) So, Taylor was told that the escort was off and she was crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, she was still going to the airport to pick him up, it was just messing the whole thing up........but we got it to work. We showed up to the staging point around 10 a.m. and were amazed by the amount of bikes that showed up. The bikes were pulling out at 11 for a 2 hour ride, and Major Pain's plane wasn't landing until 1 p.m. just outside of the staging point (see why things got messed up?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our plan was to have Taylor's picture taken with ALL of the Patriot Guard Riders that showed up at the ending point so we didn't do anything like that and we later regretted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The National Anthem was sung just beautifully and so heartfelt by a Navy guy, and when I say he put his heart and soul into it, I mean he really did! Beautiful! There was a bagpipe player who played Amazing Grace and then he played the Marine Corps Hymn, time for Taco and Taylor to talk. Taylor was able to present to a Wounded Warrior a certificate of appreciation, Taco got one, Taylor got one and Marty and Sue got one. Taco talked a bit about Taylor and then Taylor got up and talked about what it meant to be an American, asked everyone to support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; troops because we know our troops support us! She then presented Marty a check for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anysoldier&lt;/span&gt;.com from the donations she was able to get for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We then took off to get to the airport to pick up Major Pain and we got special passes to get right back into the terminal. Taylor still had to go through the metal detectors and I could see a bit of the fear coming back to her from our very unfortunate last time going through one. We made it through OK and to try to make Taylor smile, I just belted out 'Yeah, you are not Taylor the Terrorist today!' As soon as I said it, Taco gave me a very stern look and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;authoritatively&lt;/span&gt; told me to NOT say that again! (he is a commercial airline pilot) I had never given it a thought, good Lord help us had I gotten Taylor in trouble with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TSA&lt;/span&gt; yet again!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We walked a bit to get down to where Major Pain was and wouldn't you know it, as we rounded the corner, he almost ran smack right into us! He grabbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahold&lt;/span&gt; of Taylor and flipped her in the air like she was a sack of potatoes. Look at her little face, I think it says it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He changed into his HOG gear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;likety&lt;/span&gt; split and we were off for the guys to get on their bikes and ride like the wind to try to make up the lost time. The weather God's however had a different idea. They no sooner got going at a good pace when the skies opened and it rained, not 
